#I don't like tomorrow's professor

[copia]

i've done some horrible things to copia in the notes app but i draw the line at giving him a hip replacement. so my personal hc for his cane situation — disregarding the alternative of him taking one onstage just for the vibes — is that he developed early onset osteoarthritis from ballet and began to manage it. the rats mv was the last time he danced properly, then after the threat of replacement, it was strict physiotherapy and steroid injections until the cane wasn't as necessary as it once was. you can get footwear designed to help with oa, so i'm sliding the shoe moment from rhrn into this self-indulgent ramble ('i'll get injured' = 'things will be worse for me later'). he'll jump around the stage as often as he dares to the frustration of doctors and his mother — and his ghouls, who will help him limp offstage at every show towards the end of the tour and take care of him after treatments. limited movement frustrates him to no end but he'll put on a mask of cheery positivity until he's too tired to maintain it any longer. he'll manage it to the point where it's easier to live with than it was when he danced for the last time, but it'll never be like it was when he was young. he struggles with this more than he does the physical pain. who'd want a reminder of their imminent demise burning at their side with every step? still, he pretends, even if it's obvious to everyone close to him that it's a problem — no need to give them any more reason to end his reign earlier than he'd like

[another-clive-blog]

Found this audio and it fitted just too well (except the marriage part ahah), so I just had to try and do something with it. Clive fandom I will never truly leave you even if I suck at social media <3

[elenthyaolyenths]

Oï, what's happening?!? My tumblr is on fire! I dunno but.....

THANK YOU SO MUCH! Here a sneak-peek of this next Monday Challenge, freshly baked! PLEASE FEEL THE LOVE

(yeah, I currently draw a sketch each day but I started to draw 2 days before I even started to publish.)

Context: I posted my Ineffable Professors tonight, then I shut off Tumblr and took 2 hours without my phone for my Daily Challenge. When I came back, I didn't expect to find my notes count had litteraly EXPLODED (wtf +99???? Is that even possible?!?) during these 2 little hours!!! OMG you are all so kind and so enthousiastic I am so happy that I don't know what to say in english or in French so here zeopfjmjgmqjg!nslgn!NGK

Thank you so much, all of you. You are wonderful and so kind, i LOVE this fandom more and more each day.

Please, feel free to discover my previous Good Omens artworks! You can easily find it Right Here!

Stay as you are, you all made my day! And my week! And.... T.T

Love you! See you tomorrow for the next challenge!

....Thank you! T.T

[koussevitzky]

I will genuinely suck the dick of every administrator at this goddamn university to get tomorrow off I'm so serious. It's a federal holiday. Inauguration. Negative temperatures. Snow. I just can't fucking do it

[adore-gregor]

Lol I keep on doing this, saying I'd come back to tumblr to only disappear again 😂😭

[al-mayriti]

A PROFESSOR FROM THE UCM IS COMING TO TRENTO ANC MY ITALIAN PROFESSOR HAS GIVEN HER MY PHONE NUMBER SO I PICK HER AT THE STATION THIS AFTERNOON WHAT IS GOING ON

[supercantaloupe]

so lab orchestra tomorrow has been abruptly canceled due to. provost stole our damn room

[rachthechaosbi]

me when i'm almost three full years into college and i'm only now discovering the way to overcome the perfectionist executive dysfunction writer's block

[another-clive-blog]

I know this isn't done but I really wanted to share something today hehe

[hexagonaldecency]

I try very hard to not say "I want to die" because I know it's one of those things that the more you say the more you get desensitized to it

But damn. I do wanna die.

[astriiformes]

I have been so incredibly miserable today and yesterday and I'm suspicious tomorrow isn't going to be any better (it may, in fact, be even worse) and I just want this to stop

[truecorvid]

i didn't think the leopards would eat my face!!!!!!!!!!!! (all of my professors cancelling classes in solidarity with the student union strike)

[non-un-topo]

Time to shift into academic mode and close all my fun tabs ;_; (ao3, google docs, research I was trying to cram in so I could write a short fic before the semester.... rip)

[braveburned]

hi I am taking tonight to myself who wants asks —

[asinglesock]

I am 1250 words away from minimum requirements to pass the class that's still an Incomplete from fall semester!

[piedoesnotequalpi]

I’m apparently even bad at coming up with fake titles so based entirely on what I’m currently listening to: “anyway the wind blows” for the fake fic thingy!

Hello sorry it took me a little while to answer this; I was trying to come up with an idea and also wanted to make sure my answer to yours didn't suck. I even did an actual one-shot for this instead of a plot outline.

Anyway I have grad school on the brain since I just, y'know, finished with that. This would've been done earlier, but my parents roped me into watching a weird Australian sitcom. Enjoy!

The problem with meeting your girlfriend in grad school, Katherine had decided, was that when it came time to finish grad school and move on to postdocs there was no guarantee you'd end up in the same place as said girlfriend.

She and Sarah had applied to as many geographically convenient positions as they could find - they'd even applied to a couple of the same universities. But at the end of the day, Sarah's only offer had been at Wellesley, and now that Katherine had heard back from all her interviews, she only had one offer too...in Virginia.

Katherine knew being at UVA would be a great opportunity, and the contract only lasted three years, but it still meant three years away from the person that she knew at this point was the love of her life. Sighing, she opened a new tab to look at transportation options between Boston and Charlottesville.

We should've gotten married, Katherine thought bitterly. Postdoc positions weren't exactly known for offering spousal appointments, but she couldn't help thinking it would've somehow changed things. But between the amount of time she and Sarah had been spending on their dissertations and the enjoyment she got out of telling her parents she still wasn't married, they'd never found the time. She wasn't opposed to it, but she was definitely too busy.

She was comparing the academic calendars for her and Sarah's respective universities when she heard the door open.

"Hey," Sarah said. She kicked her shoes off by the door before she came into the living room and dropped her bag onto the floor. She threw herself onto the couch next to Katherine and kissed the top of her head. "You're home early."

"No office hours today," Katherine reminded her. "Thought I'd leave early and get started on dinner, but then..."

"You got distracted?" Sarah offered.

"Something like that," Katherine murmured.

"Distracted by - " Sarah peered over her shoulder - "Charlottesville, Virginia? You hate the south."

"At least Charlottesville still goes below freezing sometimes." Katherine knew she was avoiding the topic, but in all her browsing calendars and plane schedules, she'd forgotten about the most important part - actually telling Sarah they'd be spending the next three years in a long-distance relationship.

"Hang on a minute." Sarah elbowed her. "You got the UVA position."

Katherine looked down at her keyboard. "Yes."

"Katherine!" Sarah exclaimed. "You got a job! Congratulations!" She threw her arms around her.

"Well, yes, but - "

Sarah pulled away from her. "Yeah?"

"It's a nine hour drive," Katherine reminded her. "Or a plane ride. And it's - "

"And it's worth it," Sarah finished. "You're worth it. Unless you don't - "

"I want to stay with you," Katherine confirmed. "It's just...distance is hard. The last time I tried, it crashed and burned, and what if it - "

"It'll be different this time," Sarah said. "We know how to communicate, we already live together, and us being long distance has a set end date."

"Only if some university is willing to hire both of us," Katherine muttered. "Or two universities in the same city."

"Well..." Sarah smiled as she reached for her bag. "I'd been debating when I should do this, but I - " She pulled out a box.

"You - you - " Katherine couldn't get the words out.

Sarah dropped to the floor. "Yeah." She opened the box to reveal a small emerald ring. "I probably should've thought of something to say first, but - Katherine. I am so, so lucky to call you my girlfriend, and I don't care where I end up after Wellesley, as long as it's with you. Will you - will you marry me?"

Katherine placed her laptop on the cushion next to her before she stood up, pulling Sarah up with her. "Yes!" She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Sarah, only distantly aware of Sarah putting the ring on her ring finer. "Yes, I'll marry you."

"I was a little worried you'd say no," Sarah said sheepishly. "With your parents and all."

"I care about you more than I care about going against my parents' expectations." Katherine laughed. "Besides, our wedding doesn't have to be traditional."

"You know," Sarah said thoughtfully, "If we get married before we graduate, we could both become Dr. Plumber-Jacobs."

"The doctors Plumber-Jacobs." Katherine grinned. "I like it. Think we can plan a wedding in a month?"

Sarah pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Who said anything about us planning it?"

Katherine looked down at the screen to see that Sarah was composing a text to her brother and his boyfriend. "I like the way you think."