#and the prof sucks but there’s nothing we can do about that!

[igotthisaccountunderduress]

I was not built to deal with educational institutions.

[inniave]

pharmacies should automatically give you (or at the very least offer) naloxone any time you get an opioid prescription

[goldensunset]

cheers to this guest lecturer for nearly giving me a heart attack making me think there was a paper due tomorrow that i hadn’t even heard about so i couldn’t focus the rest of the lecture and like rushed home and opened the site to find there was nothing at all

[dreamofbecoming]

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[servuscallidus]

Fuck my whole life fuck my whole life fuck my whole life

[simplydnp]

i have my math degree and can confirm it is absolutely a language & i have my ed degree so i also appreciate you finding a way to do a prof AU that's not weird 💞

@simplydnp because you were interested in the tags on my recent rb, here is what i remember of the au i came up with in my college algebra class in 2018:

in this au phil is a math professor & has been for a couple years. he's hot about this

math is a kind of language, you know? it's not that much of a stretch.

dan and phil in this au are long distance/online best friends for YEARS, never managing to end up in the same city

one of them moving to the other has always been the plan & they've visited each other/taken trips together as often as possible so they know that living together would work well

they both know there's a mutual attraction but they never were single at the same time/never in a good place to do long distance indefinitely

it has now been a Long time since they had any conversations about it, which isn't a surprise because they're still not living in the same location

dan dropped out of university, halfway through his first semester. in this universe, he decides to go back to school for something he's actually interested in. possibly queer studies?

he gets into the school phil teaches at. EXCITING! they're going to be in the same place.

since dan's going to be a non-traditional student—phil was already teaching at dan's age—the dorms would suck. finding somewhere affordable to live also sucks

phil, of course, offers for dan to move in with him. he's got a second bedroom that's currently an office

move in day is a LONG day of travel & lugging around boxes and smaller furniture dan brought with him and they're going to get dan a mattress and bedframe tomorrow but aw hell, phil's air mattress has a leak

it's a no-brainer for them to share phil's bed for the night, they've shared smaller mattresses before on trips

"for the night"

reader, they never get dan his own bed. and they never really talk about it.

lead up to the semester. time for dan to meet with his academic advisor and build a schedule.

dan's plan is to knock out general education requirements he probably won't enjoy early on, but not to have those be the majority of his schedule.

dan doesn't realize it's PHIL'S basic math class he's been put in until he gets home (to the home they share!)

by then it feels like more trouble than it's worth to reschedule with his advisor and figure out an entirely new set of classes to take—the current ones took forever to plan in the first place

it'll be fine. honestly it'll be fun to see what phil's classes are like, & easier than struggling to pay attention with somebody else and having phil help explain things anyways—

halfway through the third week of class dan realizes he's in love with phil, it's not just attraction or a crush, it's been almost a fucking decade, oh my god

and the deadline to drop a class was last week.

phil already knows he's in love with dan. but phil has a strong commitment to ethics. there is a 0% chance he's going to do anything about it while dan's in his class

they go home to their shared home where they have a shared bed. dan almost broaches the conversation.

please can we not talk about it, asks phil. it will be easier for me if we don't talk about it until we can— it'll be easier for me if we don't talk about it yet. that'll make it more real.

roll a semester long slow burn where they're already being extremely domestic and both know they have mutual feelings. there's so much room for further tropes & exploration of existing ones here

there's room for self worth struggles surfacing on dan's part and moral anxiety/anxiety issues on phi'ls part especially with them intentionally not talking about it.

oh noo they have a bad week and dan has a breakdown & almost goes to actually buy a bed setup for himself. etc. quite honestly i didn't get this far i just like putting people in fucking predicaments

of course they fuck nasty once final grades are submitted. merry christmas

i think they go straight from best friends to engaged

dan did actually learn math well from phil but he's never taking another phil class in his life thankyou very much

this au is partially born out of me being inherently contrarian to MYSELF even. i'm generally squicked badly by teacher/student aus on account of Both My Parents Are Teachers so it was a fun exercise in figuring out one that didn't make my skin crawl. aaaand scene.

i'm never going to write this so if anybody who does write finds something they like in it. feel free to run with that just @ me if you post something. i'm freckliedan on ao3 as well

[three--rings]

thought of a story that I haven't told that tumblr may enjoy.

So I majored in psychology in undergrad, right, and when you take psych classes they almost always require you to do a certain number of hours of being an experimental research subject, right, because professors have to publish and need someone they can force into their studies without paying, right?

And like that's fine if it's 4 hours for one class, but when you're doing an entire psych major in two years like I did, that's a LOT of hours of research studies.

And we all dreamt of getting in those fun social psych experiments where they fuck with your head, right? And not the ones where they make you sit in front of a laptop and do math for an hour. (They made me DO MATH Y'ALL. "This is an experiment in how well you learn under certain conditions." Conclusion: you suck at this.)

Anyway, you'd get funny things like one time I turned up on campus on a freaking SATURDAY for a study and sat around in a courtyard with like 30 other people while nothing happened and all of us talking about like "hey, uh, do you think THIS is the study? Like to see if we leave?" But no, just no one turned up for us and we didn't get our freaking hours.

But one time I DID end up in one of those freaky social psych studies. So to be fair, I had insider knowledge, because again, psych major. So I signed up intentionally to my social psych profs study. Hoping at least it wouldn't be math.

And I arrive and am greeted by...the TA for my social psych class wearing a fat suit.

It's like IDK April or something and Texas and 80+ degrees and she's in a long skirt and a sweatshirt. And also she's MY TA. I recognize her. I even say "Oh, hi!" like I would when seeing someone I know on campus. And she greets me like she vaguely recognizes me. But, normally she is not approximately 280-300lbs.

So, I'm, like REALLY REALLY sure it's a fat suit. Like....99.5% sure.

But not 100%.

And so what the FUCK do you SAY to THAT? Well, obviously you don't say FUCKING SHIT. You pretend nothing is fucking weird, right? Because the very, very small chance that you are WRONG and this isn't a normally thin girl in a fatsuit but a real person who is shaped like that is still...NOMINALLY THERE and OMG what if you comment on it and you're WRONG?

So I get ushered into this little room and shown a bunch of pictures of people and asked to rate them on various things like competency and attractiveness, this is normal social psych survey stuff, except I'm SURE the experiment is does the person in the room with you and their appearance change your ratings.

And the whole time I'm distracted as FUCK, cause I'm just sitting there thinking "am I wrong and this isn't my TA somehow? no, no, pretty much ALMOST certain I'm right...etc." And "why would anyone be wearing a sweatshirt in this weather/building if they WEREN'T wearing a fatsuit?"

But MAYBE the point of the experiment is "will this person call out an obvious fake fat person?" And should I do so or not? Is this social pressure to conform and not speak the truth I know? Should I say something? I, uh, may have had an unknown and untreated anxiety disorder at this point in my life so, yeah I'm LOSING MY MIND and probably acting like a FREAK.

So anyway, eventually I decide okay, obviously you can't say anything because yeah...but you will be debriefed once this is over and you'll FIND OUT THE TRUTH. You won't have this lingering doubt in your mind when this is over because they will debrief you.

If you don't know human research, debriefing is when, after all the experiment data collection is over, they inform the subject of what the topic of the research was and explain any tricks or deception or anything to them. (We played distracting music to see how you did on the test...) If there was any potential distress involved it should be dealt with by examiners, etc. Usually in practice you are handed a slip of paper that explains the purpose of the study and what you did.

Usually you don't care and barely read it. But I was dying to be debriefed. I wanted her to be like "yeah I am wearing a fatsuit" and me to be like "lol, yeah I know, cause like, I know you right?" And if the secret purpose of the experiment was actually "will you say something" then I will be told that and get to explain why I didn't.

Like sometimes debrief also involves follow-up questions that helps determine why you gave responses you did or whether you should actually have your data thrown out for some outlier reason (like the person faking being fat is my fucking TA).

So we get done with all the questions and leave the small room. And we're in the antechamber and the TA is like "okay, cool, thanks bye" and directs me to the door. And doesn't hand me a debrief slip or mention debriefing AT ALL.

And now I'm fucking SPOOKED. It's a TRICK and they want you to SAY SOMETHING and you're going to try to leave without saying anything and they will then stop you and debrief you. So I wait, for like...several seconds, waiting for her to remember debrief and just get stared at so I go "oh okay" and like stutter-step my way to the door of the office and like open it and turn back and she's already gone, and so I like, step out into the quad and am like "what. the. fuck."

And I literally stand there like "should I go back in and ask to be debriefed?" Literally I knew enough to know that THIS IS THE PURPOSE OF DEBRIEFING to not leave subjects wondering about shit like this and not leave them with nagging doubts and questions.

And the only really mysterious experiment of my life just failed to debrief me.

But of course I don't do anything but walk slowly away.

And it's now 20+ years later and I never did find anything out. Except you can DAMN well bet I confirmed at my next class that 1) yeah that was TOTALLY my fucking TA, I was right and 2) NO she was actually really slim.

So I'm sure it was about how a fatsuit (or *cough* sorry "attractiveness") of an interviewer changes responses to surveys. But I'm STILL mad I wasn't debriefed because it's fucking annoying and violates HRB standards and I could have gotten them in serious trouble over that by reporting it. And also my data should have been thrown out.

Also this is why you shouldn't trust psychology studies because the subject pool is SHITTY AS FUCK. "Psychology is the study of the average American college sophomore" as one of my profs quipped and then didn't change his method of getting subjects.

[sunniques]

hello munch hee anon has returned from the dead 😓 been cooped up with an essay that's due in a week but im still stressing cus my prof did not reply to me abt what i need to do so im all alone in the dark sobs like it's to the point that i even dreamt abt it kabwksbdksndkdndmx but whatever soz for the dumping

in other news tho i have brainworms for u!!!! teehee

been thinking abt size kink with hoon :3 he's been working out lately n Trust that you've noticed your boyfriend slowly bulking up as the days pass, what with your lingering gaze trailing across his arms whenever he so much as moves them simply. and of course sunghoon being the attentive boyfriend he is noticed You too. at first he's a bit flustered, the attention making his cheeks flush, but soon enough he's purposely flexing his biceps to see you worked up, a slight smirk decorating his pretty features whenever he takes note of how you swallow and rub your thighs together from his peripheral. he pretends like it doesn't affect him too though, especially when your small hands touch his even larger ones, or how much taller he is when he towers over you to fetch the mug you need from the top cabinets.

it's only when he's tangled up in your shared bedroom's sheets with you, cock thrusting in and out that his urges get the best of him, because god— you look so fucking tiny compared to his figure, your pretty little tits bouncing in his face, your parted red lips dropping sweet moans and of course, your precious cunt that's sucking him in with every drag of his against your warm walls. he can't stop himself from wrapping his large, cold fingers against your throat, twitching inside of you when your wide, doe eyes look up at him in shock. he doesn't miss the way you clench around him when his grip tightens around your flesh though, watching the way you revel in how he restricts your airflow and lets your brain turn to mush.

"that's it, pretty. like when hoonie wraps his big hands around you? don't think i haven't seen you gawking at me when i come back from the gym. you think you're slick, but i know this hungry pussy wants me to pound her against the wall with nothing but my strong arms to holding you up, hm? don't worry, angel. you'll get your wish. just cum for me, and we'll play out all those filthy thoughts that have been going on in your head lately."

end scene. bows. thank u for coming to the munch hee thoughts convention we hope to see u again 😇😇

hi lovely!! glad to see you in my inbox! and i really hope you’re making sure to take care of yourself because i know how stressful school can be :( i’ll be cheering you on and wishing you all the best!

you always eat so hard with these thoughts like 🧎‍♀️

and size kink really fits Sunghoon like he would be so into it. he’s the type to glide his big cock through your pussy lips while teasing you about how he wonders if your cute little pussy can take his cock. he’ll fuck you in every position possible until your tight hole is nice and stretched out

[liminalweirdo]

Idk if this makes you feel any better but the chat gpt assignment bandits in my marking cohort are either:

1) Getting caught with progressively worse academic integrity issues (we can see the AI score in Turnitin now)

Or,

2) Failing out because they've written absolutely nothing of substance

It just really sucks because irl when I'm not being salty about stuff i'm frustrated about online, I think that everyone should have access to university regardless of whether they're "good" at it or not. Like. University should be free and accessible.

But as it stands, it's just so... idk. Depressing. Like on one hand, society requires university (or pretends it does) and I don't know if people feel pressured into going and actually don't want to be there and that's why they use chatgpt to write papers instead of having an original thought? Or?

Or maybe they do want to go for whatever reason but still use chatgpt anyway because they can't handle the stress of the program which indicates that universities need to make things more accessible and need more services available for people who are burnt out/disabled/ND/ etc.

Or maybe they literally just don't want to be there but aren't taking the initiative to make their own life decisions which is indicative of a larger problem, and a person who can't stand up for themselves or their needs and is heading in the direction of being at the whims of everyone with a stronger will? Like that is not gonna be a good life. You're setting yourself up to not be able to think for yourself OR be able to stand up for yourself.

Ultimately, maybe the whole system has to change? Maybe society has to change? (I mean, it definitely does).

It's just like... some people work so hard and care so much about what they're learning about/teaching and the people who don't want to be there or aren't ready to be there or really just don't give a fuck are, in a lot of ways, just wasting everyone's time? The prof or the TA doesn't want to read your fucking chatgpt paper, like what are you paying so much money for????? To be as unoriginal as possible?

I'm so... you know?

Ultimately, I'm glad that people are facing repercussions for plagiarism but at the same time I wish that these people felt that they had more autonomy to choose not to go to university at all and/or felt that they had their own ideas and thoughts worth sharing. We need to stop being afraid of being wrong. Because these chatgpt users probably do have interesting things to say on their own, if they just had the guts to say them.

[merfolk-are-the-best-folk]

MerMay 2024 Day 1: Marine Biologist

Decided I would use MerMay to reignite my writing habit. Since the 'official' tags suck butt I am using the infinitely more evocative prompt list of @mossypidder. So here it is, day 1. Let's see how many days it takes until I fall off from it xD (it's under a read more bc way longer than I anticipated).

“The place where all the trackers broke and vanished is just ahead.”, the helmsman of the small vessel said, his body hunched over a monitor in the cabin showing a map of the surrounding area, with all sorts of lines and dots in different colors drawn over it. The area they were heading towards was a region where many of those lines just stopped, creating an ominous empty field of ocean on the map. “And we have no idea what is doing that, then?”

I positioned myself next to him and looked over his shoulder. Not an easy task, considering I was quite a bit smaller than the experienced seaman. “Well, I have a few theories, but nothing I am confident enough in to actually talk out loud about it. We’ll just have to see”, I said with a slight shrug. “But comparing our data with similar studies got us nowhere closer to the answer. Of course there was always an amount of tracking devices that stopped working for one reason or another. But not in this amount and very much not in this consistency regarding a location. That’s why we are here to find out.”

“That’s all fine and dandy. Just begs the question, why are you on this trip?”, another voice from behind both of us cut in. The woman who had just entered postured herself with crossed arms in the doorframe of the helm. “I thought you eggheads tend to stick with the books and computers, leaving the wet work to us.”

I felt my face flush red, not really knowing if it was anger or embarrassment, or some mixture of both, that caused this reaction. “Well, Professor Benson wanted someone at hand to evaluate any and all information we gather here right on the spot. So that’s why he sent me.”

The woman did not seem satisfied with the answer, but before she could resume the banter she was disrupted by the helmsman: “Well, we’ve arrived. Get ready.”

She just  nodded  and turned around to exit, leaving us two in the cabin. After a moment in which I was not really sure what to do or say now, fidgeting a bit with my hands, the stout man turned towards me. “Did you not hear me? I said: Get ready.”

“What do you mean?”, I asked, quite confused. I could only examine the evidence we would collect after it had been collected, after all.

“You’re going down, too. The Prof said it would be a good experience for you.”

“What?!?”, I blurted out. “But, butbutbutbut…”

“You’re a marine biologist, aren’t you? You should be able to do studies out in the field.”, he said while crossing his arms in a manner that mirrred the stance of the woman from before quite well.

“Well, I’m an undergraduate. I’m still…”

“You can stay here on the boat, not gonna throw you to the fishes against your will. But I am sure the Prof will not be happy about it.”

I stammered, trying to find excuses whyI shouldn’t go dive in a place where our devices mysteriously disappeared, but everything got blocked out by the mental image of my professor’s very famous disapproving glare. In the end I just sighed and nodded. “Yessir.” 

It took me almost twenty minutes to force myself into the wetsuit that I had assumed had just been stashed in my cabin on the off chance I wanted to look the part of a real field researcher. I exited the cabin and walked onto the stern deck of the boat and was directly exposed to the stern glare of the woman from earlier. She wore a very similar outfit, but admittedly, she looked way more comfortable in it and less like a cheap impostor. 

“Could you have been any slower?”, she asked, nevertheless handing me the rest of the diving equipment I would need for this trip.

I wanted to answer, maybe even return the mean spirited banter, but I was not able to find the right words, instead I just focussed on not embarrassing myself any further by fumbling at donning the equipment.

Another five minutes later my heart was racing as we sat down at the edge of the boat, getting ready to plunge into the depths below us. In my mind I was counting down from ten, to hype myself up for the dive and to find a reason not to just sit here at the precipice for the next two hours.

And as my mind reached the number two, it was violently interrupted by a loud, clattering noise. My head turned around and I tried to find the source of the noise as I noticed a metal object that had fallen onto the deck. I pulled off my mask to see more clearly and gasped, finding the metal ball to be a crumpled clump of scrap metal that seemed to consist solely of trashed tracking devices. And just as my mind tried to comprehend this very weird thing that just happened, another voice coming from behind ripped me right out of it. “You can keep your trash on your side of the water’s edge. Now scram!”

I turned my head towards the sea, and there was a head popping out of the water. And even without my glasses and at this distance I was very sure that this was not a normal human who had just told us off about ‘littering’...

[north-park]

@jesusinthebathroom SO YEAH where to even start?

My main points are

1) Mysterion is a foil to Prof Chaos in the sense that while Chaos exists because Butters felt like no one loved him NOR treated him decently, his actions and his pain (often caused by his loyalty to others) seriously

Mysterion in similar ways, we don't see Kenny creating Mys but from his character development in the (ra)Coon trilogy we actually see Kenny reaching the same "point" Chaos does

Just like Butters, Kenny wants his pain to be understood and his actions to have an impact, he wants his friends to remember he dies, every day, FOR THEM, that's why he kills himself in front of them 3 TIMES telling them to remember for once, and then he sounds so defeated when the next day they appear and don't say a thing about it, no matter what he does, the people around him won't validate his suffering and give a him a shoulder to cry on, he is cursed to be ignored forever

AND CHAOS IS THE SAME but while Kenny is realistic and know this can't be blamed on anyone and cannot escape his fate, Chaos exists to tell Butters the opposite, he can fight all this, that one day everyone will scream in fear to his sight and see him as the powerful being he truly wants to be

AND speaking of powers it's fundamental to say Kenny is the only human kid in school with superpowers, a set of superpowers he hates and make his life a living hell, his friends only comment on how cool that is accidentally offending Kenny, they cannot even imagine how it feels to be him, he can use these powers for the good cause all his wants but nothing can cancel he wants to be free from it, J2C's PK video say Kenny wants to be the "little one" sometimes and it really drives the point how much Kenny, even as Mysterion aka "strongest form" want to be treated like the kid he is

CONTRAST WITH BUTTERS WHO WANTS THE OPPOSITE FROM HIS VILLAIN PERSONA, he wants to be as someone who is just as evil and ruthless as everyone else can be! He wants to be the BIG guy for once, he's tired to being the "little one" because that only makes him a victim, something to be preyed on and abused, it sucks, Mysterion sees the "little ones" (like his siblings, and arguably himself and his friends) as people worth protecting and keeping safe, Chaos and Mysterion use these personas as way to cope with the almost total lack of agency in their lives, but in extremely drastically different ways, ironically Butters keeps being an idealist, believing that if he tries really hard he can bring destruction anywhere and make this "nightmare" come true (well looking at PC, he's right lol he just hasn't found what NFT are yet) while Kenny remains grounded and starts with the "small things", with his "small" goal to protect his city and its more innocent citizens like her sister and keeping to make her smile, it's about contrast it's about chosing to be the villain or the hero based on how you process your pain and who do you blame for it i'm putting them into my mouth

[chasing-chimeras]

it’ll be okay bestie. fuck that prof honestly he’s probably already forgotten ab you being late bc i imagine he’s got lots to do and remember and this is def something small to him, so why should it be big to you! if it makes you feel any better i was late to my grandpa’s funeral bc i pregamed it w my sister (btw i’m not 21) and we had to call our cousin to pick us up bc obvi we couldn’t drive and mind you he was already at the funeral home so that was a 40+ minute round trip for him and i was one of two people doing a eulogy that day. also during my eulogy i threatened god and everyone i talked to after said the priest sitting behind me gave me a dirty look and iced me out for the rest of the funeral AND to make it worse at mass the next day he tried really hard to give me communion and i had to refuse bc i’m not confirmed and he squinted reaaaaal hard at me and looked super stern n shit bc that’s when he knew i wasn’t religious. when we did the peace be w you stuff he was a total dick ab it too. imagine being hated by a priest just bc of your personality lmao

but here’s an actual story about me sleeping past my alarm: i missed a really important group presentation for an AP class in high school bc i slept past my alarm. my group was furious with me (i was friends with all of them, they weren’t just people from class) and my teacher (who’s the chillest guy ever) said he was disappointed in me. it really sucked. and that year i had a friend who picked me up every morning and she was also in my group so i woke up to dozens of texts and calls from her and i felt soooo incredibly guilty for making her late too.

but yknow what these two stories have in common? i don’t care about it anymore. the situation is over and done with and there’s nothing i can do to change it bc shit happens. i honestly really hope you feel better, sometimes you just gotta let things like this go. life goes on. be a goldfish

🥺🥺🥺 sorry this took me so long to reply to, i queued a bunch of moodboards and then got completely sidetracked but you’re so sweet and this was incredibly helpful lol oversleeping sucks but you’re absolutely right it’s over and it doesn’t matter anymore. btw i showed this to my bf and every time i’ve gotten stressed about something the past day/two he looks at me and says “be a goldfish” and it’s actually working lol(also sounds like one hell of a eulogy, i’m sorry that father downer didn’t appreciate it 😕)

[scentofpines]

long ass text

yesterday was one of those days where i felt like the whole world really did conspire against me. when i was at the train station i heard someone call my name and it turned out to be the girl from the welcome event last week that i got along with really well but hadnt seen since and guess why?? she switched programs. to ECONOMICS :| and we were on the train together for 30 minutes and usually that wouldve killed me to do with someone i dont know well but we were really vibing and this makes me so fucking mad, i was really looking forward to having courses with her :(

then i had a seminar (the one abt women and gender history) and it sucked. the lecturer seemed nice (albeit in a bit of a manic way) but the thing is a) half of the seminar will be reading this AWFUL book about basically the history of gender history/philosophy which i tried to force myself to read a few weeks ago and gave up after 40 pages bc i didnt get ANYTHING. and she said repeatedly how well written and understandable that book is :))) and b) even though i asked her via mail before i signed up for the course what the exam will look like and she said its a written one now she came out and said we will have to do a book presentation. and, like a normal presentation would be bad enough but doable but a book presentation?? presenting a modern scientific book about a topic instead of just presenting the topic itself seems so fucking useless to me????? i think i will drop out of this course and do a lecture abt prehistoric drugs instead bc i genuinely dont have the energy for weirdly structured stupid classes anymore.

today we were SUPPOSED to have a lecture about greek archaeology and the dude who was supposed to do it just didnt fucking show up???? we waited for 50 minutes and then just left lmao. i just looooveeed taking a stinky, 3 hour long (there and back again) train ride for nothing.

but at least i got to know two girls i guess. i already chatted with one of them on whatsapp and we talked about ukrainian/russian folk music which she also likes lol and i complimented her name, which is kinda arrogant bc i have the same one lmao just spelled differently bc hers is transcribed from ukrainian. and then she complimented mine back lol. so she seemed pretty nice and the other girl too, buttttt they are...idk extremely girly girlypop perfectly styled girls and i always feel soooo weird and out of place with women like that.

oh god and at one point they both said that they were "for real on the spectrum". bro. BRO. i have literally NEVER seen more well adjusted women who had ZERO issue conversing in this full loud ass room for 50 mins straight, who also had customer service jobs that they can do with basically no issue and that were completely chill just randomly chatting with ppl they dont know well. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING AUTISTIC. YES I TAKE THIS LABEL AWAY FROM YOU. ITS NOT YOURS. MY LEFT ASS CHEEK IS MORE AUTISTIC THAN BOTH OF YOU COMBINED but i still dont go around telling ppl im on this fucking "sPeCtRuM". this term has become so meaningless. i cant imagine how absolutely awful actually autistic ppl have to feel with everyone nowadays basically appropriating their (often) life ruining disorder if i already feel like shit. i know ppl dont mean it like that but it feels so mocking.

and tomorrow i have to get up at 6:30am and drive there again and i will probably get my presentation topic for this other course. but at least i will be back home at 1pm and then i wont have to go to uni for friday and the weekend. its only week 2 and i already feel so awful. oh and btw i fucking miss my fav professor so much it hurts, i know men are evil blabla but i have insane father hunger sometimes (i think thats what its called) and my god. would i do anthing for him to be my father. and then i see my actual father and i just want to throw up and kill either him or myself. genuinely my prof has shown me more loving consideration than my father in the last 15+ years. ok now you know the depths of my pathetic soul if you read this far congrattssss and goodnight

[ratlivesonblog]

Guide on how to survive school because wikihow fucking sucks.

For me cause i need it

Happiness cause we're all depressed

I like school- good for you buddy, then you don't need anything in here and can go your merry way.

Find good friends- if you didn't that fine. It's ok. Find good friends online then. If you're more of a loner and all previous options failed, watch youtubers, listen to a podcast. Talk to your family. You need to hear people talk. Or just go down your neighbours and knock doors. Not sure if it works, but it's worth a try ay

Think positive- if you don't, now you do.

Don't think negative- if you think negative or have negative thoughts, stop it.

Think neutral- you know what? That's great keep going.

Don't judge others or yourself- it is simply something that is and happened, it isn't negative or positive, it simply IS as it exists.

Find a good hobby- preferably something you can do while at school to take off stress.

Enjoy your time- what? you wanna stay in a room 6 to 8 hours to fucking cry? It's ok to not listen to the professor for some time. At least make the day bearable and not like a nightmare.

Accept the system- don't accept it. It sucks ass and balls, it's horrible, it's shit and it should be changed, but right now you gotta get through, and to do that you have to swim through the current, not against. It's like accepting your inevitable death but it's slightly worse or better depending on perspective.

Your professors are stupid cunts- they are someone who has nothing better to do but waste their time in teaching, why? Because they want a type of power to abuse. Don't mind them. They suck.

And if you find a passionate one?- That's good! I'm happy for you! I hope they explain well!

You aren't perfect- no one is. It's ok if you don't get all high marks. Just do the bare minimum to go on, it's ok. No one gives a fuck about high school grades.

As long as you try its ok- you aren't perfect, some things are difficult, it's ok as long as you try.

YOU DONT LIKE SOMETHING SECTION

If something is bothering you- tell the professor/ staff. Or suck it up. If the lights are too powerful i can't do anything about it. Maybe you can buy some glasses with a tint. If it's cold? Maybe try on more clothes.

If someone is bothering you- don't give them satysfying answers, don't givr them answers at all or fucking kill them. You don't deserve this. It's in self defense, get in a fight, fucking do it, who cares? The guy who wanted you to fight? The not paid enough profs? You?

I don't like PE- i agree. Do the bare minimum then or break a part of your body to not do it. If you have a lucky prof you can do nothing. But try and move. Moving is important.

I hate the bathroom- yeah don't we all.

I hate going everyday- try and go anyway. The amount of trauma the school gave you are now at their max anyway in high school, try or you'll have too many days missing. And remember one day at a time. Think of it like a guy practicing zen every day in a temple. Take a deep breath and one day at a time.

Im UNABLE to go everyday- im sorry. I can understand as someone with cronic migraines. Try and talk to a doctor about what you can do or just excuse your absences when you do too much.

I hate it but i have to go- then suck it up my man. There's no other choice. Im sorry.

I don't understand a subject- it's ok to ask for help. Or don't, search a video on youtube. Ask your professor for the program of the semester and study following that.

I don't like a subject- don't think about it as something you have to do for school. Understand it and search those fun details that make people want to follow the subject for a whole lifetime. You're not learning this for school but because you wanna say fuck you to your professor. Or maybe because if you search online you'll find people who actually know hoe to explain!

This situation is shit- yeah i know! But if you can't change a situation change your thinking around it. Like "wow i got a 4.5 instead of a 4! This is great man."

I keep getting distracted- eh it happens to be best buddy.

I keep getting distracted and then i don't understand anything- that's a big problem. Have you looked for adhd? Try and take constant pauses THAT YOU DECIDE and then listen in again, constant small ones. Try and instill in some way something you enjoy into the subject to keep your focus. Maybe replace your prof with your favourite character. Maybe you can have an oc named nitrogen.

Grades, marks, eh who cares.

If you get a bad mark- it's ok, you can always get a good one after, and if you don't, after again.

My grades are all bad- ok if you can get a tutor do it asap. If not. Sorry buddy you have two options here. Cheat like if you don't you'll die. Or it's time to go hard on those youtube Indian videos where they explain everything. The third secret option is just fucking don't, go get homeschooled loser.

Homework- you tried, at worst case you can say you didn't understand.

Cheat- cheat if it can bring you peace of mind man. Everyone does. Its fine. Its to survive.

Im homeschooled and don't have friends- again, go and make some online man, it's better than nothing. Or go do a sport and have those.

IF THINKING OR SITUATIONS

You can't do it anymore?- Count the days backwards until the end. One day at a time is fine. Then one hour at a time. Take things slow.

I'm tired- sleep more. Try melatonin or camomile before going to sleep. find a prof who let's you sleep in class. Try and talk to a doctor. Get a constant schedule where you go to sleep BEFORE 11 pm.

I'm so tired of school- If it's for depression, I'm sorry, get a therapist or get help. It's hard. It's so fucking hard, try and get friends who understand what you're going through who maybe can take notes for you or help you, or maybe a prof who understands and gives you their notes. Go to the bathtoom more often for a break to catch your breath.

I lost my spark thanks to school- im sorry you think that. The past is past. Do not mourn who you were. Try and think ways to better yourself. Don't try and think ways to reverse time. Try and read books of subjects you like. Or try new genres of music. Get a break if you can. Try NEW things. Or new life changing videogames. (Undertale)

Others are doing better than me- shut the FUCK UP. comparisong is the killer of joy. Don't. You're doing enough. Everyone goes at different speed and is good at something different. You're unique. Don't compare. Is like trying to scale sonic and Mario in a fight when Mario works in cartoon logic and sonic in shonen. YOU CANT. SO STOP IT. THEY'RE BOTH GREAT. END OF THE STORY.

I'm a fuck up- hey! I'm too! A lot of us are! You're good in other things. Remember the school system sucks balls. It's not made to make a lot of us thrive but suffer. You're not a fuck up. You're just bad at school. Maybe you're good at playing the clarinet, who know? Maybe you're a great skateboarder.

HEAVY NEGATIVE THOUGHTS AND HEAVY PROBLEMS SECTIONS

Im a fuck up in everything- ok fuck you. Then i am too. But i still try to do some shit. Get that boomer mentality that you're the only good motherfucker in the whole country. No one can sway you if you ignore the signs like a true fuckin old man refusing to buy a modern cellphone. But instead you're refusing to adhere to modern standards of shit. "Im not gonna listen to them if i don't agree with this ASS system"

Im scared- don't be scared. No one can kill you there. And if they truly do anything suing a teacher is really easy if you wanna try. They're supposed to be there to help you learn. They aren't doing it? They're bad a their job. It's not your fault.

I'm anxious- stop drinking coffee, sleep more, drink more water, find a therapist or good friends, do more walks in nature. If you can't work on it, search online for methods and try and see what works for you. Apply them. If you find yourself being anxious while under test it's normal. You'll get there i promise, just keep going. Use less your phone.

I want to kill myself thanks to school- woah. Buddy, don't. Please. I'd suck. You want those fuckers to win? No you don't, live to spite them all. Talk to someone. You don't have anyone? Fuck it, talk to me. I'm socially anxious. Who cares? Not me. I'll go against my brain to win. Win life buddy. Win by being alive until you fucking LIKE being alive. Until you LOVE being alive. Because guess what? It doesn't have to be a chore. Talk to someone. Please.

Try.

If you don't succeed it's ok.

Try again.

Just have a good time.

Relax. You won't die. Relax.

If you can't relax? Fuck it. Go to the bathroom for a while.

Also it's 2 am and im tired and tomorrow ill be a zombie. i should listen to my advice.

[heyyallitssatan]

Here’s me ranting about my day and how my own brain bullshit made it significantly worse

We started the day with an emergency orthodontist appointment because my dumbass broke my braces, again, still don’t know how I’m doing that, just that I have to go in every few months to fix it

Then I went to class, and we’d did intros and shit today cause it’s the first day and I had to listen to the professor drone on and on about the syllabus in the most boring way ever, so I satiated my boredom a bit by writing little notes to myself on said copy of the syllabus, which didn’t provide dopamine for nearly long enough and I spent the last hour bouncing my leg and trying to look like I’m listening when all I can actually think about is how fucking boring this was and how I was hungry and what I wanted for lunch

I got a chipotle burrito, so that made it better

Then I went to my stats class and we did some more introductory bullshit but it was slightly more tolerable since I had a sugary drink that I could sip on when I got bored, and chew on the straw but that’s besides the point

Then I’m in my god damn history class the motherfucker had us make name plates, but we have to find three dead people from one of the history textbooks in the room that we think are heroes, then put them on there with a reason for why they’re heroes, which would be super fun if I didn’t have to go reading through the entire 1000 page fucking book to find it, cause nothing in the motherfucker is labelled at all, then the last ten minutes of ducking class when I’ve officially given up on reading cause I had yet to process anything out of that book except the section about the aids crisis (which by the way was the only section in the entire American history book that spanned from the Columbus expedition to the trump election about queer people, and it wasn’t even about us, it was about how Reagan and the alt right in the 80s reacted to us) cause adhd said “nah, you don’t how how to read” my mother called me during class to ask me if I could pick my cousin up from school cause his bus wasn’t there, and when I asked the prof if I could take it outside, he yelled at me saying that “if it’s so important she should’ve texted you and you can check it later, but if you really have too then be quick about it”

Then went I tried to pick him up I sat there for thirty fucking minutes just to find out that his bus had picked him up and that he had never seen my calls cause the reception sucks in there

I’m so fucking done, cause now, on top of all my classes, homework, practice, I’ve been hired to pick him up everyday after school

Anyway, gonna go make dinner enjoy my bullshit

[happyk44]

[ID: Tweets created to appear as those they came from X-Men characters.

1: logan @/TheWolverine: @/ErikLehnsherr why is an international terrorist verified on Twitter and I'm not

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/TheWolverine: Hi! This is because you are irrelevant and I'm not. Hope this helps!

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: keep yourself safe

2: logan @/TheWolverine: whoever invented gay people really fucked up because if it werent for that I'd still be in bed right now

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/TheWolverine: Can you stop tweeting while we're trying to fight Magneto

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/Cyclops: this is very relevant to the fight

3: [Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue: dating is so scary like what if my dad kills that guy

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/rogue: i might

[Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue replying to @/TheWolverine: please don't ??

4: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: @/ErikLehnsherr Happy fathers day

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/GottaGoFast: You were an accident but thanks

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: [picture of an indiscriminate person giving a thumbs up with their other hand on their hip]

5: Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes: Why do we keep bringing Logan to Magneto fights he just keeps getting frozen in place for the whole thing...

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: good fucking question girl

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/from-the-ashes: Because it's funny

Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes replying to @/Cyclops: True

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: man

6: Quote retweet from Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr of Scotty's previous tweet: It's REALLY funny

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: fuck you and your stupid divorce you queers are ruining my life

7: Prof. Charles Xavier [white checkmark emoji] @/ProfessorX: I don't agree with mind control on a moral level but if I keep seeing the things I'm currectly seeing being put on this website I may have to intervene

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/ProfessorX: [picture of Skeletor pointing at something off-screen and saying, "jokes on you I'm into that shit"

8: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: having a brother is crazy because sometimes he'll make you a snack and kiss you on the forehead and sometimes make you feel loved and sometimes he'll choose his weird codepdent boyfriend over you

9: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: I'm quitting the brotherhood of mutants this shit sucks

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/mystique: nevermind I'm coming back being alone sucks significantly more

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: Welcome back

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: quitting again

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: your presence just kills my vibe sometimes I'm ngl [abbrievation meaning not gonna lie]

10: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: Kind of crazy how I have a sister and know nothing about her

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Like yeah she looks like me we're twins and we live in the same house but I swear I never see her she's just kind of a non tangible presence

WADE !!! @/mercwithamouth replying to @/GottaGoFast: Oh that's because Fox and Marvel were kinda split over who ges to have who, most people theorise there was an internal deal made for the MCU to get Wanda and for us to get you

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/mercwithamouth: What

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Who tf [abbreviation meaning the fuck] are you

/end ID]

xmcu tweets because i've been making these for fun and my girlfriend told me to post them

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