College students only have 2 levels of stress:
1) I don’t give a fuck
2) OH MY GOD IF I CAN’T DO THIS MY LIFE IS OVER I’M GONNA HAVE TO WORK AT MCDONALDS
There is no in between.
420 is so close I can almost taste all the bad jokes I’ll have to weed through
that soulmates tattoo au thing where bucky barnes is intrigued by “and what the hell are you lookin’ at tough guy" up his arm and somewhere across Brooklyn Steve Rogers is rolling his eyes at "cool it dollface, was checkin’ out the goods is all" scrawled across his chest.
There’s something about going to class with your attacker that just puts life in perspective for you.