My Dissertation On Memes

a sequel of sorts.

turns out, lan wangji does think about it.

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Will not risk.

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I put the bi in bitch

Top 10 Best Shoujo Manga

1. Akagami No Shirayukihime {Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Shoujo} Ongoing

2. Akatsuki No Yona {Action, Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Shoujo} Ongoing

3. Ao Haru Ride {Romance, Comedy, School, Slice Of Life, Drama, Shoujo} Completed

4. Dengeki Daisy {Romance, Comedy, Drama, Shoujo} Completed

5. Hirunaka No Ryuusei {Romance, Comedy, School, Slice Of Life, Shoujo} Completed

6. Kaichou Wa Maid Sama {Romance, Comedy, School, Shoujo} Completed

7. Kimi Ni Todoke {Romance, School, Slice Of Life, Shoujo} Ongoing

8. Namaikizakari {Sports, Romance, School, Shoujo} Ongoing

9. Ookami Shoujo To Kuro Ouji {Romance, Comedy, School. Shoujo} Completed

10. Strobe Edge {Romance, School, Drama, Shoujo} Completed

“Nursey?”

Nursey blinks once, and then a second time when things are still blurry. He swivels his desk chair to face the doorway where there’s a smear of orange on top of gray that resolves itself into Dex after several more blinks. He’s wearing sweatpants that are a slightly different color gray than his sweatshirt. The only pops of color are the smears of purple under his eyes, the flush of his cheeks–pink and sweet like embarrassment–, and, of course, the nest of hair he’s forgotten to have cut for at least two months now.

Sometimes–fuck, but sometimes Nursey forgets how in love he let himself get. The fact that he has at least four different poems he could quote right now, a separate poem writing itself the longer he stares. He wishes he knew how it would feel to brush his thumb across that blush, to tuck his nose into the flyaway hairs behind Dex’s ear. He wishes he knew how to love without it ruining his goddamned life.

Really. It’s way too late–or early, god, what time is it–and Nursey needs every last braincell he’s got left to finish this scene for the script-writing class he somehow let Farmer talk him into but all he wants to do is sit here and watch a sleep deprived Dex blush as he lists into the door frame.

Before Nursey can think something utterly ridiculous like, oh, to be that door frame, he blinks really hard and asks, “What’s up, Dex-a-doodle?”

Dex must truly be exhausted because he doesn’t say anything about the nickname. “Are you–” he gestures vaguely in the direction of Nursey’s laptop.

Nursey spares a glance for his scene, which has remained six pages long for the past thirty minutes despite his best efforts. He closes the lid and turns back to Dex. “I’m free, what do you need?”

Sheepish, Dex pulls a stack of papers from behind his back. Nursey sighs. Really, he ought to bluster, ought to act annoyed and refuse to help, make Dex offer him any number of things in return for reading some of the worst writing he’s ever been unfortunate enough to have put in front of him, but–but it’s very late and Dex is soft and sleepy and illiterate and Nursey can’t argue himself out of simply wanting Dex to stay.

He holds out a hand. Dex grins, the slow, crooked thing he didn’t turn on Nursey until the end of their softie year, and he puts the essay into Nursey’s outstretched hand and takes a seat on Nursey’s bed while he waits.

Nursey turns back to his desk, reaching out idly for his red pen while he starts scanning the intro paragraph. After the first two rounds of edits, it doesn’t make him cringe immediately. There’s a typo here or there and a missing comma in the second paragraph, but Nursey finds himself smiling by the end of the second example. The thesis changed dramatically since the last time he read it–the second round of edits ended with a long, lengthy, and loud discussion of the subject material, during which Nursey may or may not have provided a caffeine-induced rant about the misreading of Shakespearean plays and despite the rather dazed look in Dex’s eyes upon the conclusion of said speech, some of it seemed to have made an impact.

“It’s good,” Nursey says, as he finishes reading, smiling to himself. “Now, don’t get too excited, it’s good for a STEM, but–” Nursey cuts himself off as he turns to find Dex asleep on the bottom bunk. He’s tipped the wrong way, feet resting beside the pillows, his neck bent awkwardly as his cheek presses into the quilt.

Nursey huffs a laugh at himself for the fierce swell of affection in his chest. He puts down the essay and the red pen and crosses to the bed, gently moving a pillow under Dex’s head. Out of it as he is, he doesn’t even stir, simply settles back down as Nursey pulls away.

Nursey turns back to his desk. He put the essay down on top of his laptop and he picks it up as he turns his computer back on. He skims the first page again, stupid smile on his lips. Who would’ve thought that Dex was actually listening to him, all this time.

The Word document pops onto the screen, shining too-bright light into the room. Nursey places the essay to the side and rereads the last two pages of his scene, finding himself continuing it effortlessly when he reaches the point he’d left off. He makes the page count before the hour is up and saves without rereading it, shutting the laptop and sending him back into a softer light. He braces himself and turns.

Dex sleeps away peacefully. Arms wrapped around himself, one leg pulled up towards his chest. Nursey lets himself watch without feeling guilty–he’s too tired for anything more complicated than fondness. Sometimes it really does feel so simple.

The truth; tonight Nursey is going to get ready to sleep as quietly as possible and somehow manage to trip on his way to the bed, and Dex will wake up, bleary and pink, make to sit up, make to leave, and Nursey will press him back down and tell him to, “Stay. Dex, just–stay,” and Dex will, because sometimes Dex listens, and Nursey will fall asleep counting the soft breaths below him.

The truth; Dex has really horrible takes on Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson, and most literature up to and including the Magic Treehouse books, but he never stops Nursey’s rants, and continues to ask for Nursey’s help, and his essays get nothing but better.

The truth; one day, Nursey is going to tell Dex about all the poetry, quoted and written, that Dex inspires in him, and Dex–Dex is going to listen.

god that second to last episode of russian doll was so fucking dark and deep and i was not expecting that at all. wow i love this show. it is so deeply poetic. fuck. alan’s speech to beatrice broke my fucking heart. and nadias conversation with ruth. wow. “our bodies, they cant keep lying the way that our minds can. for years i’ve just been hollow. i thought if i worked hard enough, if i kept putting the time in, and if i kept my head down and did everything right this aching, gnawing feeling of being an absolute failure would just go away. and now i’m stuck in a body that’s broken in a world that is literally following apart, and a mind that wants to kill me.” It hurts how relatable that is. the depression and the loneliness. and now he’s finally changing because he let somebody(nadia) help him. “lives are hard to change” ugh he is so sweet and precious and so fucking sexy too. i love him with all my heart. it hurts thinking how alan and nadia are connected bc they both basically are just these humans going thru the motions of life with no will to actually live because of the shit theyre going through mentally and emotionally. and only they can help each other. seeing such a precious sweetheart like alan being so tortured really hurt me. giving up all his money and shit to the homeless bc he decided he was gonna end his life so it didn’t matter. wow.

more stuff about the signs

aries

they look like don’t mess with me but actually they’re love me

too smart

they don’t care a lot about emotions… unless their own

one of the easiest ways to lose them is lying to them

cry baby

they talk too much, so it’s hard to know when they’re serious

somehow they can convince people to do the most stupid things

sexually frustrated 24/7

they’re strong like when everything is going to shit they have strength and don’t let themselves get dragged

they move their hands a lot when talking

they’re the kind of people who bite their lips when thinking and accidentally bleeds

taurus

on the outside they look very calm and quiet, but in the inside they burn like hell (they’re too intense)

they don’t lose control easily but they do lose it often

they have a hard time trusting/believing in people’s emotions

they could kill you if you hurt an animal

a great part of them have a great sleeping schedule

they care too much about people they love

they cheat on board games

very good friends

too selective when choosing who to spend their time and energy with

they move their eyebrows a lot in their facial expressions

stubborn

they don’t let people go completely

their hugs are the best hugs when you have a bad day

gemini

emotional mess (they feel nothing in the right way)

they know a lot of useful shit

but they don’t know what sleep means

being bored is the worst thing that can happen to them (they get too mean, like little children)

narcissistic af

they’re never wrong

they express their feelings in thousands of different ways, however none of them seem to work

incomprehensible love for snacks

misunderstood

they cover their feelings with humor/indifference 87% of the time

they can make anyone laugh, no kidding

they lie to themselves

sensitive af, if you spend a lot of time with them you’ll see they’re such babies

very insecure

random happiness/sadness attacks

their brain is an exhaused roller coaster

innocent without wanting to be

they seem to fit everywhere but nowhere at the same time

cancer

they look like love me but actually they’re like i fuck with you or you fuck with me

they don’t know how to handle their feelings, so they don’t

drama,,,drama,,,dRAMa,,..drama

they can be too selfish

unpredictable af

leave me alone, but give me attention

their cellphone is part of their body

their true friends knows their family (even if they have never seen them) because of all the stories they tell, all the time

they victimize themselves a lot

they know how to listen and they give the best advice ever but they don’t use it

that kind of people who their first impulse when doing eye contact with someone is smiling

they care a lot about what other people think

they plat a lot with their hands and lips

the most adorable people when they’re not angry

children loves them

they can tranquilize people quickly

misunderstood because they don’t let anyone understand them

leo

very sharp ideas/way of thinking

high moral

they need constant acceptance/validation

if you do them one you pay ten

always reading your intentions

they tend to joke about other people insecurities

they tend to do good things for people without even realizing

despite being surrounded by people, they still can feel very alone

they talk to themselves when nobody’s whatching

insecure af

a lot of craziness under the calm person they have

they wink a lot

will never cry or look vulnerable in front of others (unless they totally trust that person)

virgo

they always look like they want to kill someone (maybe they do)

public nerds

the most damaged sleeping schedules lol hello it’s 4 am

they read weird things

super committed and and helpful

they get angry when things are not done in their way

they’re the midpoint between introvert and extrovert

they have a great stalking until they have no crush anymore

they can’t tolerate it when someone is angry at them, even if they’re the ones to blame

their favorite acronym is lmao… laughing my anxiety off

they do this face a lot > 😏

libra

they’re always in love

they listen to shitty music but won’t admit it

super emotional

they probably don’t know what is happening right now

they get too weird when they’re not comfortable

a stranger is a person they’re not friends with yet

they have good intentions

creative

they blush easily

they have a hard time saying no

they hide things so they don’t disappoint people they care about

they try to make everyone happy, even if it’s exhausting

scorpio

they try to look rude, actually they’re cry babies

dark mind, bright personality

they have secret hobbies

they crave love

talking to them will make you either appreciate life or want to jump off a bridge

they get easily offended

scary when angry

protective with people they love

they hate being ignored

random laugh attacks

they can make you laugh in the most fucked up moments

they’re that kind of people who give more priority to the problems of those who love than their own

they easily connect with music

sagittarius

ready to disappear in any moment

they have watched every. movie. on netflix

using my emotions? caring about yours? nah, tomorrow… maybe

34 hour-long naps

they fuck up 10 moments and make a very epic one

they have a hard time when apologizing

they have a hard time when asking for help, they believe they can do anything

would yell at strangers if needed

intentionally do things and then say they weren’t planned but went well anyway

they tend to be sad before sleeping

this is probably not a good idea but i’ll do it anyway

very competitive, but never satisfied

capricorn

superiority complex

more party souls than you could imagine

they just want you to shut the fuck up

they’re cute until you’re obstrusive

able to intimidate people for good or for bad

they recognize their mistakes and then apologize without making a lot of drama

they keep their cool in the craziest situations

have random acts of love, like biting, cuddling, etc…

can make you feel important one minute and shit in the next minute

always have backup plans

physical appearance is important

always have weird obsessions

they play a lot with their feet

they need hugs and you to show them love, but will never say it

aquarius

they disappear with no reason

cuter than you

they get confused when choosing between good and bad

everything is overrated for them

they’re addiced to memes

feelings out of control

they’re the special snowflakes

cannabis 23/7

they will know if you lie

they lose their shit often

they think and feel more than they show

rebels

the smartest ones

pisces

they don’t like dealing with their responsabilities

they like music more than they like you

they like attention but not too much

will never accept being the 2nd option for someone

can listen to you for hours, without making it awkward

fake friendliness (sometimes)

too weird but in a sweet way

super funny. their humor is either too simple or too hard to understand

they overwhelm your mind

big heart, even bigger imagination

confused af

if you really analyze them they look like they’re stoned

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