#because we are suffering from trying to program it for college

[humankk]

my, contribution

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my parents to pay my tuition for the semester, lying about how I lost my scholarship, and then planning on lying to my dad regarding his requirements in exchange for him paying the tuition?

My (20X) college has a scholarship for offspring of faculty members, and I was lucky enough to have my application accepted by the college that my dad (53M) works at. This means that I get a full ride scholarship; if I graduate within 4 years, I won't have to pay a single penny to my college (books and supplies not included, of course).

Unfortunately, the scholarship does have two requirements; I need to have taken at least a certain amount of credits semester before (not a ridiculous number), and for that semester, I need to have gotten over a 2.0/4.3 GPA. Easy enough, right? Who can't get a GPA over 2.0?

Well. I suffered a mental health downfall the past semester and I ended up failing half my classes. I was unable to sit my finals. I know this wasn't smart of me, and I think I should've done something about my academic situation other than just wait for the semester to be over, but I had quit a semester due to my mental health decline previously and I didn't want a repeat of that. In any case, I got a GPA of about 1.6. I'm not on probation but I did receive a warning.

Fortunately, this doesn't mean I lost my scholarship for good. I just need to fulfill those requirements in the upcoming semester and I get it back.

I realized I did need to pay my tuition this semester two days before tuition fee acceptance closes and I debated telling only one of my parents. My mom wants me to finish college no matter what, and my dad has told me that he does not care anymore as long as I don't stress him out. He's also told me he no longer has any expectations for me whatsoever. I did also consider talking about it with my brother and borrowing money from him to put together the tuition fee.

I figured I'd bite the bullet and just told my dad, who I know has been stressed about my future and how badly I'm doing in college. I just casually dropped it as I was making breakfast for myself and then we had a lengthy conversation that my mother (51F) joined when she got back home.

I don't remember much of the conversation (I may have memory problems) but the AITA mentioned part is that I lied to my parents and told them I did sit all my finals and try my best. I didn't. I tried that for mid term exams but I had nothing to write, so for finals I didn't sit them at all. This happened with three of the classes I was taking. I just didn't take my finals. My dad was suspicious of my claim; he said that as a professor himself he wouldn't fail students who at least submitted homework and sat their exams to write anything at all, but I maintained that I tried.

The conclusion was that my dad would be willing to pay my tuition if I got my shit together and also deleted my social media, which he thinks is a drain on my time and energy. He's not wrong. I deleted my Twitter accounts immediately afterwards (which my parents don't know about) because I've been thinking about it, but I can't really bring myself to get rid of Discord, where so many of my friends are. People I've met while studying internationally, long-term friends who moved to other countries; Discord is the only way to contact these people.

This is the AITA part; if my dad follows up on that particular requirement to check if I deleted Discord, which he particularly dislikes (he has previously confiscated the electronics I bought with my own money that I earned, after he saw me on muted call at night with some friends), I plan on deleting the app/program on my devices but using it anyway as a website. This would be a betrayal of my dad's trust in me, but there's no love lost between us anyway. He's already told me he doesn't love me unconditionally. (Yes, I'm his biological child and he did raise me.)

I also feel like an asshole because I could've settled this with the help of my brother; I'd pick up a job during the winter break to pay him back, but it would have been done eventually. Or I could've just gone to my mom. She works her own job, and we could've figured it out together without telling my dad. I told my dad anyway, wanting him to pay the tuition, even though I knew that talking about having to spend money on his kids stresses him out deeply.

My mom also told my dad to go to therapy (in detail, so I know it wasn't just something she said as a throwaway thing) during the conversation. It did get heated. I don't disagree, but I don't know if that'd be okay; mental health is stigmatized where I am, and my dad as a grown adult man and a respected professor if seen going to therapy could have his reputation kind of effected. It wouldn't have happened if I just brought up this whole situation quietly up to my mom, or just my brother.

So I lost my scholarship, I lied to my parents about the technicalities of how that happened, and I'm asking for some amount of money from my parents but also planning on lying to them in regards to the terms they set out. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[angelsaxis]

"...[W]e must continue to challenge the societal arrangements that leads to preventable pain and suffering. Marriage can be quite beautiful and sacred, for example. Marriage can also privatize dependence: it encourages people to enter relationships for resources and benefits, like health care, savings, and tax deductions. I was nineteen years old when I got married, mostly informed by my faith tradition. I was also in love, but very poor, and marriage offered me a stability that I never had as a child. I was so lucky that the person I married was kind, thoughtful, and also very much trying to figure out his relationship to Christianity and his evolving manhood.

When we divorced nine years later and became friends and co-parents, I realized how the marital benefits I once aspire dot have did not make sense. I could remove him from my health insurance to account for the divorce, but I couldn't add any of my uninsured siblings, whom I would be related to forever. And our children had two options for insurance because they had parents who went to college and worked jobs that offered it, but independent contractors in my family did not have an option that wasn't a financial sacrifice.

If we focused on meeting the healthcare, employment, educational, and housing needs of people in society, then those who want to marry could more freely enter those relationships in their terms, and people who needed to escape because of violence could more easily leave without worrying what will happen if they get sick and need to see a doctor.

We should heed to calls for investment in the programs, opportunities, and laws that make everyone free and safe. Here too, universal basic income can help, allowing people to meet their basic needs and not rely on potentially sexually exploitative intimate relationships for income. Removing benefits from marriage accomplishes this, too. With universal health care, and other programs like free and quality childhood education, people vulnerable to violence have more free range to move, live, and practice healthy lifestyles."

-- Becoming Abolitionists: Police, Protests, and the Pursuit of Freedom by Derecka Purnell

[happyk44]

Do you have anymore of this written? Annabeth's way of helping Percy actually making it worse until he runs away and finally gets a taste of peace elsewhere? I love it so much.

https://www.tumblr.com/happyk44/749307578218053632?source=share

Pretty sure I've written something (or a couple somethings) similar to that piece before. It's a concept I really like. One of my first "Percy runs away to the Nome" pieces points out that Annabeth has been kind of preparing for the inherent trauma in being a demigod under the thumb of not so helpful gods her whole life compared to Percy who was thrown into it at random and retains a lot of bitterness over it versus passive acceptance the way Jason and Annabeth have kind of grown up to. Yeah, she has her beef with Hera but like. More or less, it's kind of "that's just how the gods are" with her and Percy is very much "well they should be fucking better".

I think that with her having known she was a demigod since she was a little kid, the difficulties she went through in getting to camp with Thalia, Grover and Luke, Thalia's sacrifice and seemingly having been holding onto the possibility of war at least since she was 12 and Percy came flailing into her life and into the prophecy - she's just able to compartmentalize her pains better than Percy who we know suffers more aptly with emotional regulation and anger issues. Whether she processes them in a healthy manner through this or represses, represses, represses is up to you, but I can see it being her default, and subsequently she gets very stressed out about Percy not being able to do the same thing.

Also people just process trauma differently and Annabeth gets very headstrong and stubborn about being right and that her way of doing things is superior (which is. like. one of the reasons I lowkey wanted to add her to the cluster B roster because imo her fatal flaw would fit NPD so well, but unfortunately I don't think enough of the diagnostic criteria suits her so RIP). So her way of handling trauma not working for Percy doesn't make sense to her, or the fact that Percy is still clearly having problems even if he pretends otherwise just makes her feel like he's not trying hard enough to get over it, so she starts pushing in ways that don't help because she's Annabeth and she knows how Percy works and she can map his way through this and if he would just try, then it would work (except they don't and they won't).

I've also mentioned before that Annabeth strikes me as someone who gets so beholden to her ideas and plans that any deviation from that plan (even if not well-thought out) is Not Allowed, and no matter how obvious the solution (change course, make other decisions, break-up and stay friends), she is extremely reluctant to do so. In Tartarus, she clung to the idea of her and Percy making it out alive and safe and moving to New Rome and being happy and going to college and growing old together and now, faced with the reality that the goal is likely unattainable (I really don't see Percy moving to California for college of all things, like let's be real) or facing some hitches (Percy's depression and self-isolation negates the whole happy and healthy thing), she gets further into her head about him not being able to get with the program.

So she tells him how to fix himself. He can't do it because her methods don't work for him like they work for her. She gets mad because there's no improvement from him and she doesn't know what else to try because she's exahusted all the options that Make Sense and Will Help Him and her way of doing things is right so he must be doing something wrong or not trying at all. He starts to withdraw from her because Percy doesn't really instigate fights and he's angry and unhealthy and doesn't want to hurt his girlfriend, and she gets mad because that's not how this is supposed to work, and they argue and the cycle just continues over and over and over again unti he's gone.

Personally I can write Percy disappearing in a bunch of ways. He fakes it until he realizes he can't make it and no one notices. He fakes it and people notice but they can't get him to open up about it. He suffers obviously but no one knows how to help him and he refuses to communicate. It will always culimaniate in him turning to isolation, turning to self-harm, turning to suicide, turning to whispering Carter's name like a desperate lifeline because if he kills himself Grover might die and his mom might be sad (he doesn't know, Estelle is there and she's good and she's normal and it's fine, his mom doesn't really need him, does she?) and Annabeth would probably be mad at him.

And if he calls out for Carter and he doesn't come or he doesn't care, well, then at least he can say he tried getting help, right? He didn't give up right away. He tried.

(Carter will always come and always offer the Nome as sanctuary and Percy will always accept it, even if he freaks the fuck out when they get there)

[moontyger]

“They’re really gutting it from within,�� said Blair Wriston, senior manager for government affairs at EdTrust, an education equity nonprofit. “The people who suffer are going to be the kids.”

It’s not just children. In addition to bolstering underfunded K-12 schools and protecting the rights of kids with disabilities, the department also manages the federal financial aid process for college students. “I am not certain whether or not students will be able to get financial aid next year,” Dominique Baker, a professor of education and public policy at the University of Delaware, told Vox.

The Education Department’s critics misrepresent it as a tool for the federal government to exert control over schools. It’s actually an agency tasked with supporting the nation’s most underserved students while also overseeing the massive and complex ecosystem of federal student loans — and disrupting those functions could affect students and families across the country.

What the Education Department does

First, let’s talk about what the Education Department doesn’t do. It does not set K-12 curricula or tell schools what to teach. That’s up to states and individual districts. So when Trump says he wants to get rid of the Education Department in order to send education “back to the states,” it’s somewhat misleading, because state and local governments are already in charge of what kids learn in schools.

What the department does do is “implement all of the federal laws and policies that focus on schools,” Baker said. At the K-12 level, a lot of that work involves supporting vulnerable and underserved students, said Kenneth Wong, a professor of education policy at Brown University.

Under a program known as Title I, the department sends federal money to schools with a high percentage of low-income students to help them hire additional teachers or otherwise bolster core subject areas like reading, Wong said. The federal government makes up about 14 percent of school budgets overall, according to the Associated Press, but low-income schools receive additional funding.

The department also sends money to states under the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act (IDEA), helping schools provide small class sizes and other supports for students with disabilities and learning differences that state governments wouldn’t be able to afford on their own.

While these programs are important to many elementary, middle, and high schools around the country, the Education Department plays an even bigger role with colleges and universities, Baker said. It makes sure the application for federal financial aid, the FAFSA, is available to students, that the information students enter is sent to colleges, and that the money is actually disbursed.

The department also helps make sure that for-profit colleges “aren’t scamming students,” Baker said, by controlling which institutions get access to federal student aid.

Two other key functions to know about: the Education Department serves as a “watchdog for student civil rights” at K-12 schools and colleges, Wriston said. If students with disabilities aren’t getting the support they need to access their legal right to an education — supports that can range from wheelchair ramps to occupational therapy to a one-on-one aide — their families can file a complaint with the department’s Office for Civil Rights. Students and families can also file with the office if they believe they’ve experienced racial discrimination at school.

And through the Institute of Education Sciences, the department conducts research on education around the country, including the National Assessment of Educational Progress (NAEP) tests, probably the best source of nationwide data on students’ reading and math skills. “The vast majority of any statistics that we know about schooling comes from data that’s collected by the federal government,” Baker said.

What Trump wants to do, and what DOGE is already doing

It’s unclear exactly how the Trump administration might go about “closing” the Education Department. He cannot fully eliminate the department without help from Congress, and while legislation to do so has been introduced, it’s unlikely to pass the closely divided House and Senate. Instead, Trump could seek to move some parts of the department to other agencies — Project 2025, a blueprint for much of the Trump administration’s actions thus far, calls for converting Title I funds into grants to the states, and moving the Office for Civil Rights to the Department of Justice.

But DOGE isn’t waiting for an executive order, terminating dozens of contracts at the Institute of Education Sciences in February. Though the cuts reportedly don’t affect the NAEP tests, much of the work of the Institute “has ground to a standstill,” Baker said.

Meanwhile, more than 60 department employees have been terminated, including people responsible for civil rights and financial aid, with the potential of more layoffs in the future. (The Education Department has about 4,400 employees.) Last Friday, employees received an email offering them $25,000 if they agreed to quit by Monday; the message also said “a very significant reduction in force” was coming, according to the New York Times.

Regardless of what happens with any future executive order, the Trump administration and DOGE “are actively dismantling the department,” Wriston said.

How gutting the Education Department hurts students

That dismantling is already having an effect on students. As soon as Trump was inaugurated, the department’s processing of disability rights complaints ground to a halt, families told the Associated Press. That left students — including a 12-year-old boy with autism and epilepsy who’s been unwillingly assigned to remote schooling — without recourse and, in some cases, losing precious weeks of learning. The agency resumed processing disability cases in mid-February, but cases involving race and gender discrimination remain on hold, according to USA Today.

Instead, the department has focused on trans athletes and all-gender bathrooms. The agency also sent a letter to school leaders saying they could face investigation if they take steps to diversify their teaching staff or recruit students of color for selective programs, according to Chalkbeat.

Meanwhile, cuts at the Institute of Education Sciences include programs addressing young children’s literacy and improving the transition out of high school for students with disabilities, Wriston said. Dismantling the Institute is especially ironic at a time of nationwide concern over declining NAEP scores, he said. “We’re going to gut the agency completely that’s doing the real work here of gathering the research and evidence to help inform our practices.”

Without the data the institute collects, it will also be more difficult for taxpayers to see the impact that cuts by the federal government might have on kids’ education, Baker said.

At the college level, meanwhile, experts fear a breakdown in the basic systems that allow students to apply for, use, and repay their student loans. Without a functioning Education Department, it’s not clear how students’ financial information will be collected and sent to universities for financial aid decisions, or who will certify borrowers’ income for income-based repayment plans, Baker said. The department already struggled with the rollout of a new FAFSA last year, and given canceled contracts and other changes under the new administration, “I don’t know why anyone would expect smooth sailing next year,” Baker said.

Gutting the research and oversight functions of the department could also make it easier for colleges to lie to students about their graduation rates and the success of their graduates, experts say.

[tranquilpetrichor]

the formula for late nights

cast: gunwook (zb1) x gn biochem major!reader

wc: 722

genre: college!au

warnings: food, mentions of yn drinking sometimes to deal with stress, descriptions of food, academic pressure

a/n: eris try to make a story where yn isn't slightly unhinged challenge failed. also the two could be interpreted as having a crush on one another. now that my finals are over, hopefully i can post more

sitting on an armchair in your suite, you sigh with relief as you finish your chemistry homework. you place the little pencil back into the iPad and shut the case. the device goes back into your bag, where you hope you won't have to see it until tomorrow's class.

you're glad that you've finished your homework for the day because you're sure as hell that you cannot handle doing another problem (no more stoichiometry, please!).

your friend, park gunwook, steps into the common room of your suite and greets you. he's been over for a while, but he was busy helping someone else in the suite with math homework and hasn't bothered you since.

he'd wondered if anyone would even ask for his tutoring help, but you assured him that there would always be someone agonizing over math. hm, maybe you should try it one day (if only you had the time)..

he glances at your packed bag. "so, you're finally done suffering through chem?"

you groan, stretching your muscles. holy shit, you worked for about an hour without getting up?

"i guess. for now, at least."

he chuckles and walks over to your snack cabinets. "for now."

you're not even tall enough to reach some of the shelves on the upper cabinets without the usage of a step stool, yet he has the audacity to steal food from there sometimes.

seemingly changing his mind, he walks to the freezer instead, opening the door to peek inside. you don't bother to ask what he's looking for because you already know.

"i can say goodbye to my chocolate ice cream," you mutter.

he protests. "what? it's good. and it's not my fault we like the same flavor."

perks of having a friend with way too much of a similar taste in food, you suppose.

"i guess we could share? we do have a lot."

not even thirty seconds later, two small bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scoop are out, the latter item present because you never want to try scooping out ice cream with a regular spoon again.

there also happens to be brownies in the fridge that another friend of yours named jiwoo brought over yesterday.

"take them," she had said, "i won't finish them all anyways."

of course you took them, because who are you to say no to offerings of food?

you find the container and give it to gunwook, who's sitting on the couch across from the tv. there's six brownies left, but you'll probably save some for later.

"oh, we forgot drinks." gunwook says. he stares at you as your lips curve into a knowing smile. "no, y/n, not the alcoholic kind. we are not asking our neighbors for soju today."

you pretend to be disappointed and laugh. "don't worry, you know i only allow myself to drink in the dorms during weekends. it's only thursday. and it's an every-other-week type of thing."

(is it from stress built up through the week? perhaps. did you choose the life of a biochem major willingly? yes, so maybe this is your fault.)

gunwook looks for some chocolate milk instead and rolls his eyes.

"not the best habit, but at least you're more responsible than some other people we know."

you shudder. having to be the parent of the group along with gunwook and help drunk friends home from frat parties is a terrible experience, but you digress. tonight is a time for staying in, occupying the couch, and sharing treats.

he calls out to you. "do you want to watch tv?"

without a second thought, you perk up and join him on the couch. he's already unfolded the blue blanket that sits there, and drapes it over both of you.

"what show?"

he's surfing through the various programs on his tv, and you seem to sink a little further into the couch.

"how about the last of us?"

you nod. "i haven't even started it yet."

(you're known in the friend group for saying "i'll watch [insert show]" and never doing it.)

he smiles and navigates over to hbo max on the screen with your remote. "i think a little brain break is well-deserved."

"couldn't agree more."

with that, you allow yourself and gunwook the luxury of another late night spent in good company with each other.

[big-sis-jules]

Unemployment How-to!

Suddenly becoming unemployed is one of the scariest things to go through. Luckily, (unless you were rightfully fired), you have options! We have been through the process of filing for Unemployment Benefits 3 times in 3 different states. Here's everything we know:

Step 1 (enrolling)

Google search for your state's unemployment benefits website.

Fill out your information as requested. It will ask for your basic info, such as who you are, where you live, etc. as well as where you worked and when the last day you worked was and why you became unemployed. There may not be an exact match for your scenario; just try your best to get as close as possible. I promise you won't be thrown in jail for being wrong.

This is very important: do not give them more information than what they ask. Some states will ask you to provide your banking information so they can see how much money you have. If you are unemployed, you are hurting and in danger; so if you have cash, assests, savings accounts at other banks, literal gold bars buried in your backyard, anything... you do NOT need to tell them if they do not ask! Now is not the time to convince the government you are a strong independent American who can overcome the odds.

Step 2 (optional)

Not every state will require these steps, but if they do, one or all will come next.

Verifying identity: you may have to make an account on ID.me to prove you are who you say you are. This is normal and a safe website. There is a choice to provide them a picture of your driver's license or do a video call with a representative.

Enrolling in re-employment program: you may be asked to make an account on a secondary website with the purpose of helping you job hunt. Make sure you complete registration on it.

Step 3 (Vouchers)

Some states and some situations will approve you right away and tell you how much money you'll be given, and others will make you wait. Regardless, immediately after enrollment, you will begin to have to complete "vouchers" every week to let unemployment know you are actively job hunting.

It may vary from state to state, but in my experience, the weeks start on Sunday. You have the entire week to complete it, but I HIGHLY encourage doing them on Sunday, because if you forget, you're dropped immediately.

In their questions, "Work" refers to official, regular employment, NOT mowing your neighbor's lawn or selling your old CDs on ebay. Don't report it.

If you did work a little in a given week, its okay to be honest about that! Please do. You won't inherently be kicked off unemployment, it may just mean you'll get less benefit money equal to whatever money you earned.

Always say you were willing and able to look for work.

Step 4 (Oh No!s)

Oh no, I got rejected! That's okay. Some states are evil and auto reject people their first time or two, or maybe they didn't understand the gravity of your case. In this case, you will need to appeal your case. Call your state's unemployment office to learn how to do this. You may have to do a phone call or write a letter (if you need help writing, use templates online or ask a librarian). You must, MUST vent all your woes; the financial burden, your efforts in re-employment, the emotional toll and depression from being unemployed, etc! Don't give up. Keep trying and keep calling if needed.

Oh no, I moved states while on unemployment! I fortunately did not have to deal with this. My first time being unemployed I was out of state going to college, but my address was still listed as my original state for everything, so I rode out unemployment in that state until I found a job in the new state. Not sure of the legality of this. It's better to call and ask, it could be an easy transfer since if one state approves you another state should too.

Oh no, I applied months ago and only just got approved! And now I am about to have a job! Worry not, you'll be backpaid for what you were owed anyway. Sorry you had to wait and suffer so long, but congrats on the chunk of cash you will be getting now! And congrats on the job if that part of the hypothetical applies to you too!

Step 5 (Finish Line)

You got approved! Congrats! This isn't the end though!

Keep filling out vouchers WEEKLY!

Keep an eye on your email for any notices they have for you

Be aware of any limits and deadlines they have for your benefits. i.e. they may only grant you a total of $11,000 lasting 4 months; that means you have 4 months to lock down a new job before it runs out, so be diligent!

When you get employed somewhere, you don't always have to do anything special to let unemployment know you don't need them anymore. Some states may have a place on the website to end benefits, but some don't; regardless, you won't be thrown in jail for inaction. At worst, your new employer will report your employment to the Department of Labor and unemployment will end the benefits for you. At best, they won't notice, and you'll be able to collect in the event you're making less money than they grant you weekly for the first few days or weeks of your new job, for example. At least until your deadline comes up.

Hope this helps and be safe loves!!!

[mangonatural]

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Thank you for the tag, @angelcasendgame!!!!! I am not sure I will be able to work on anything very soon just because life came after me again, and turns out I'm gonna be moving over the next month or so, but I really do hope I can find time!!

None of these have names yet lol. I put the SPN ones first, but technically I've been trying to break my writer's block by returning to The Great Gatsby (It's all Nick/Gatsby btw, just realized that might not be immediately evident) with limited success. It's always come easier for me. But all of this is stuff I do actively want to work on.

Ohh I don't know who to tag. I'm sure everyone in this circle has been tagged already, and most of the people I talk to regularly enough to know about their projects have more or less left Tumblr... I do absolutely want to pass this your way though, @antique-ro-man!! (It's Wes, btw!) I also wanna tag @heyfagbutt! And then anyone else who sees this and wants to participate, I also encourage it!! This is such a cool idea :D !!

Long, rambling explanations down here ⬇⬇

I think the name is pretty explanatory? The gist of it is they go after the same guy and become pseudo-enemies but they keep bumping into each other like this and decide to work together after a while 👍 this is a really bad hook LMAO. Anyway, I'm trying to build on the idea that they work REALLY well together when they do it intentionally but fail comically when they don't.

Pretty much what it says on the tin as well. No Supernatural AU. Dean goes to a community college to get a certification to help with his work elsewhere, but Cas, a figure drawing model, catches him drawing (which Dean's been doing on and off as a hobby) and tries to get him to sign up for the arts program.

I technically only have a summary of this, and I'm not entirely sure if I will write it all out, but I do want to at least put more time into the development before I dedicate to giving up on it bc of scope lol. I just have SUCH a soft spot for fake relationship AUs. Also, I just found out that while I have FINALLY aged into independent FAFSA eligibility, I am once again tax bracketed out. Anyway, financial abuse is real and I want to project my suffering onto Dean. Also immigrant Cas, but I haven't decided where I want him to be from yet. I think this has a lot of potential for some pretty hefty character redesigns too so it's also compelling to me from that angle. I guess I could also write it for TGG, but I did initially think of it for Destiel, so.

I don't know how to explain this one very well except that I had unhelpfully written "poolboy au" in my notes and then proceeded to forget what the hell I meant. This fic was an attempt to resurrect that but ended up being a funky modern West Coast re-imagining where Gatsby can't even "make it" as much as he wants to, and Nick can't find a place to live except for a less-than-legally rented pool house. It's not meant to be a full rewrite or anything though.

Uhhh yeah, I'm keeping the details private for this one ahaha but that's just because it wasn't supposed to be a big deal and I told a friend she would see what it was when it was done...like oh god probably a month ago at this point... My original scope for this was quite small, but research for it, indecision, and a nasty case of writer's block that I've had for nearly a year now have kept development a bit slow. Hopefully, I'll finish it before the year comes to a close.

I also don't know how to explain this one well other than "after being rejected by Daisy (Canon Divergent), Gatsby attempts to buy his way into a bewildered Nick's heart. Though the fic is from Nick's POV, Gatsby's just had his worldview shattered and is in a bit of denial, but instead of pursuing Daisy harder, he channels all of that energy into Nick (though he's not really sure why he's doing it at first). I wasn't sure what to put up at the top because I absolutely don't want my code name for this public at least until it's done LMAO.

[werebutch]

certified major loser here‼️im 20, been in college since i was 15, should have a bachelors degree already and very much do not, we rockin w an AA and technical program. i’ve dropped out like three times 💪 im not sure what college situation you’d be in (community vs uni, state vs private) but honestly the biggest things i’ve learned from trying and failing a LOT is that… it’s all chill. everyone’s at least a little scared and confused, mistakes are part of the learning experience, not knowing smth or asking a question doesn’t result in a duolingo bird level instakill (idk if that even made sense). there’s more of a sense of community than not because we’re all pretty much in the same boat. a lot of profs are nerds about what they teach and want you to know about it very very badly bc of that (i.e., ask questions. all of them. any that pop into ur head). i wrote a paper about Lil Nas X for cultural anthropology and my prof remembered me two years later. there is an incredible amt of freedom: with most general degrees, you can take whatEVER the FUCK u want roughly whenever the fuck you want so long as it falls into natural science, math, social sciences/humanities, or phys ed. you are more than allowed to drop a class, change your major, take more or less credits than expected, graduate a term early or late, pretty much anything. go ham. like 80% of my elective credits by choice were biology classes. queer lit was a baller time and counted for english cred. i’m gonna wrap this up bc it’s so long— don’t take anything before 9am (you’ll suffer), check the credit requirements early on so u have a vague idea of what to take, ASK FOR HELP WHEN U NEED IT whether it be a prof or advising services or the damn cashier’s office, expect to walk a fucking shit ton if it’s a larger campus, CHECK RATEMYPROFESSORS, enroll as soon as classes open, do NOT shirk your language classes if you didn’t take them in highschool, for the love of god bro don’t take more than a full time course load (15 credits at most institutions). yes, you could probably do it alright, but that is the DEVIL TALKING saying you’ll be fine. sorry this so long but i’ve been doing this so long i have so much to say. if u want more specific advice just say and i’ll be back‼️—local professional loser idiot with no bitches, no money, and a toy car collection

Hi sorry I read this, was comforted, and then didn’t respond..SO SORRY.. I’m doing community but I plan to transfer after 😸 I will probably end up taking a lot of biology and hopefully I’ll get an art class in next year.. right now I only have 4 classes in total cause I tend to be a bad student and I wanna feel it out. LMAO. I’m mostly scared about doing really bad and not being able to keep up with assignments but the only one who can truly help with that is myself SO WE WILL SEE. I’ll try my best. Cause seriously I have no idea what I’ll do if I dont.. thank u for this btw I hope you’re doing well 😸♥️

[calliecat93]

Well, we're at the end of 2023. I keep going back and forth, feeling like the year went on forever and like it just started. Weird, huh? So things in the world this year... yeah I don't need to say much on the state of things. All I can say is that I hope 2024 will be better... and that Trump doesn't make it into office. Things WILL get worse for everyone if that happens, and that's all I will say about it.

Anyways, my personal life. It actually wasn't too bad. I got to go on my first-ever cruise at the end of April and the first real vacation that I had had since I was a kid. It was such an amazing time~! I even got to hug Mickey Mouse for the first time in 20 years~! Speaking of though, I've done a hard step away from animation. I still reblog stuff, but I'm not as into looking into things like voice actors or history and stuff anymore. The past few years of industry drama utterly drained me and killed a lot of my love and passion for entertainment in general, and it was time to realize that, step back, and let myself begin just enjoy watching things again. Which I have been doing slowly. It's sad, but accepting that I don't want a part of the animation world and remain a casual fan was the right thing to do. I'll always love it, but I don't want to be a part of that world as a career or anything anymore.

Doing so has helped me decide on what I want to do though. Mom had been trying to convince me for years to get into culinary since I both liked it and was good at it. I was reluctant because it's VERY high stress... but I've gotten really into baking and I've decided that I'd like to pursue that as a career. It's fun, not so stressful that I can't handle it, and I'm good at it. I'm hoping to go back to school as the community college here has a culinary program where I can get a baking certification. But yeah, it was a life change that needed to happen.

Otherwise, this was one of my calmer years. There wasn't some major family tragedy for the first time in like five years, Thank God. I turned 30... so I'm old. We adopted out dog Dante that past December and I utterly love him with all my heart. I got my learner's permit a few days ago so I'm one step closer to being able to get my life going. I've fully accepted being sapphic and once I can drive and stuff I'd like to be able to start maybe dating for the first time. I think overall I finally realized how stilted my life had become since my dad died in 2018, but I lacked any motivation and drive to change it or do anything. IDK what's changed, but I want to start living my life and continuing to make progress on that is my goal for 2024.

Fandom life has been a lot slower. Probably as a result of me realizing that I should actually focus on my real life. But it's not dead either. RWBY Volume 9 finally came out and while I almost quit when it did, I stuck to it. I'm glad I did because it's now my favorite volume of the show and while I'm honestly convinced V10 won't happen, if it does I'll be here for it. My TOS passion got reignited, so much so that I had to make a sideblog to contain it all. I haven't really gotten into anything new, really with the state of things, I'm almost afraid to even try any new shows. Like I said, I've been focusing on just enjoying stuff again so it's just been whatever I see around getting reblogged. I guess that made things dull on here, but it did good for me, and in the end that's what I use this blog for. I've even started to get back into fanfic writing after all the RT drama got to me so bad I quit after finally getting over my writing anxiety. But I hope that's a good sign of finally moving forward.

Overall, I know that the world is in dire straits right now. My personal life wasn't too bad this year, but it sucks to think bout how so many have suffered and I can't really do anything about it. Like I said, I hope that 2024 will be better for everyone. Regardless I hope that you all have a Happy New Year and as we enter Year 12 of the blog, I thank you all once again for having stuck with me. See you all in 2024~!

[molsons112000]

Yes, it's true, the early bird gets the worm.

So if you watch social network the reason mark zuckerberg got into harvard was hard work. And when he was in harvard he had a job. Yes social networks shows him working for other people writing programming. So mark zuckerberg was working in college. And it also shows him burning the midnight oil. Yes working hard going to school staying up late working very hard... So yes there's a lot of good things about him in that movie as well.... You see as determination his hard work.And yes not just going to school but taking outside jobs and working hard to produce revenue for himself as well as he was going to school so he didn't have to burden his father for extra money.... And yes, mark's father was a successful dentist.... But it's funny he doesn't tap into that.Network of dentist and use his Facebook business page.And the social page to figure out how the promote dentist... the American association of dentist. So operation smile, you think mark?It would be natural for him to be part of it promoting dentistry globally....

When I watch my morning cartoons on Saturday. They would have this commercial and many other good ones. This is a public service announcement about brushing your teeth and keeping a clean, healthy hygienic mouth.

Where is Mark Zuckerberg running? These kinds of public service announcements with the government on social media platforms all social media platforms.

Let me give you some more...

That's an awesome frigerator in this commercial..... Wow have we going backwards.....

The other point of this commercial is staying organized.....

We emphasize quality of person. This country has gone to total f****** s***... But these are the informations public service announcements trying to help children learn....

Do you have Superman truth Justice in an American way?You have Batman and Robin doing Justice and righteousness.And all my cartoons constantly preaching.Do the right thing be just be moral?Do the right thing....

Nike slogan, just do it, it means get it done.Don't complain don't be lazy just do it... That means the get it done attitude.That's what made steve jobs and he created apple... Getting it done shut the fuck up just do it..... It's like Black people Constantly complain the others didn't complain and they Got out of the ghetto.... As you see , they complain the most , they stayed in the ghetto.. All words no action... But I grew up on t v programs like good times... Where the mother and father are hard-working and the kids go to school and they're always trying to do the right thing.Sometimes they stumble, but the father and mother always trying to do the right thing.The kids always trying to do the right thing, even their funny relative.The other female always trying to do the right thing... And then you have Archie bunker, white guy, black guy now.They disagree, but the moral is.They're always trying to do the right thing everyday.Trying to do the right thing.Even when they disagree they tried to do the right thing... This country is a bunch of scumbag lazy fucking pieces of shit that expect just because they exist to be given everything... And that's why I hate the clergy.They got it all wrong.They say just come to jesus and you're saved... That is not fucking true... The disciples came to Jesus and they had to do the work and they suffered and they got persecuted and they got fucking killed.... 😳 And the one that didn't do the work.He killed himself and burned in hell so God didn't care that he committed suicide.God did not care that he committed suicide.... He had to overcome his issues.He never overcame his issues.Then he took the easy way out... That's why suicide is a sin in the Bible.Judas should have never done suicide.He should have suffered the rest of his life repenting.... That's why it tells you go to hell.You are told you must overcome your challenges no matter how hard it gets..... So my whole life everything's been taken from me and it's been incredibly hard coming Overcoming disease and illness and all kinds of mistreatment and unfairness.You name it... Being molested and then being abused.... But it's a bunch of b*******I grew up around very ruthless people at times.... That wouldn't think twice about blowing your fucking brains out...

The point is in the scene. I don't become injustice unrighteous. I'm righteous and my anger is righteous and just. People are fucking scumbags lazy filthy fucking scumbags.....

[tarot-winds]

A young woman fades into view. She slowly walks down the chalk white sidewalk towards a large house filled with noise. Music. The banging sound in time with her steps. One foot in front of the other. That should be her affirmation. That poor girl. Who is she? Let's find out. Before we do, let me introduce myself. Call me Cornelius. Don't worry about me yet. Just know that you'll be seeing me again... purrrt. The sound exiting my lithe cat like body, I secretly pace behind the child. Our child. The child of the Tuatha. Her thoughts drifting into my mind freely. Here. Have a listen. -

'What am I doing here? I'm supposed to be filling out late college application letters for the fall. Most of the people I know will be heading out in a few weeks but I missed the deadline for the summer. I'll be damned though, it's hard to think about. College? It's all I can think about on this particular evening. I don't even want to think about those questions for said letters, rumbling around in my mind. Mainly because im trying to describe myself to the admissions people. I'm finding it difficult. One of the main questions is to describe yourself. Like, I was literally asked, who am I? A nobody. Duh. That's all I got down on paper.

Honestly, I don't know who I am. Am I supposed too? I'm just some kid who's about to sign my name on the line for a lifetime of debt. I guess you could say I'm nihilistic. As for what I do? I just exist in this world. Wandering around this god forsaken rock just like everyone else. There isn't much to say other than that. Enough about me. What about my family? Well, I don't really remember much of my birth family. I'm a foster kid, an orphaned child taken care of by a serious lady that busts her ass; so I can I go to a nice school and get opportunities she didn't get to have.

Do I waste them? Sometimes, im a kid,  we don't always get along but for the most part I'm grateful and indebted. She takes care of me when she doesn't have to. I bounced around from group home to group home because of behavioral issues in my younger years. I was angry... still am. Anyways. I finally found a cool place with Miss Mary by the age of 14. She's an older lady that has no children other than orange tabby cats. She's more like a guardian than a mother, it works. She has two jobs and is kind of religiously quirky. She treats me like an adult and lets me make my own decisions as long as I make the grades to earn them. I do. She stays on me about school, everything else? That's up to me.

Like I said, she's not my mother. If she's on me about school so much, why was I late on college applications? Well that's because of mental illness. I suffer from several different mental disorders. Such as bipolar disorder, ptsd, adhd and aspd. That and I had too many options to choose from. I've got a full ride waiting on me. So far I've applied to Columbia, Princeton and Cornell. Those are Miss Mary's top choices as they all have wonderful psychology programs. That's the field I'd like to study. As every doctor wants to understand themselves. So we have discussed family and school. What about friends?

I'm not popular. Don't worry, This isn't some high school movie where I'm being bullied or something like that. I guess I just don't have many friends. Except for one. Which brings me to the meat of the story. I'm going to a house party. I was in the rich part of town. It's snobbish and stuffy out here...I don't look like I belong. My clothes don't match the bank accounts of those around me. Miss Mary tries but most of my clothes are second hand or heavily on sale. Which normally didn't bother me, but tonight, it did. I kept fidgeting with my clothes. I was just anxious and I didn't feel good. I just felt off about tonight. I shouldn't have come but I did and my money is green. So the doorman let me in. The first thing I noticed? The music. Speakers are banging from a live band. It's fronted by some kid from school. The name of the band doesn't matter. They won't make it out of town anyway. Which sucks because it's one of the only good things going on here. They have a great drummer and bassist. Honestly if we had a radio station they may have popped already. Once I was in the crowd I sort of just disappeared.

Theres about a hundred or so people. Most I don't know. Others I don't care for. Some were outback near the pool. Some were in the kitchen but most were in the lofty living room with the band. It's summer so it's pretty much what you think. Bunch of rowdy kids all hoped up on beer. I wasn't here to party like them. I needed something. I knew where to get it too. What was I looking for?

Drugs, obviously. I'm a god damned addict. I know that and so does everyone else that knew me. Especially Miss Mary, she doesn't know how bad it is. Just thinks I like to fit in and cut loose with the rest. She has no idea I was a functional addict. But is that who I am? Nah, that's a label. I don't mess with them.

I finally made it out of the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor of the ritzy three-story building. The house is owned by two very busy doctors. They knew the party was happening. It was expected. I ignored the passing eyes of strangers drinking to the sounds of the atmosphere. I was looking for Lillian, she's this skater chick with black hair and a mean mug plastered across her pale freckled face; at all times. Ah, there she is. She's just standing outside the second story bathroom.

She's, she's my dealer. That's not all she is. She's the younger sister of the frat asshole throwing this party. You wouldn't expect it to be her if you didn't know. But she's been a pill doc for a couple of years. By a couple, I mean exactly two. She's also the only person that I trust because she's my only friend. My best friend. Listen I know how it sounds, my dealer, my best friend, is she really or do you just use her for the drugs? I love this girl and I would die for her. She was with another client. So I waited for her to be done before we dapped up and entered the pristine bathroom.

It was like walking into a high class hotel bathroom with all the beautiful bright lights, real fancy type shit... She was casually talking but I wasn't listening. The muffled music behind the wooden door was too loud. From the grin on her face. She's just happy about the bills she just made. It's a fat stack in her fist. One she's been holding on too. It's more than a few grand. She's saving up for school. Her parents don't play about hand outs. She banded it up and slipped it into a purple backpack before pulling out a small baggy. Inside it was two bright pink tabs in the shape of hearts. I know. Girly right? She buys from this chick in the next town over. A real chemist. I pulled my wallet out and she literally laughed. I always try to contribute but she never lets me. I rolled my eyes and put my wallet up before speaking. I argued with her a bit about not paying but she didn't wanna hear it. Saying absolutely not.

She jumped up on the thick cut crystal countertop and placed one of the tablets in her mouth before lighting a cigarette. The smoke flows in lines. The baggy was tossed to me. She was going on about her boyfriend. I was being the dutiful friend and listening to her talk about the fucking loser. She wanted my attention. So I gave it. But I still couldn't shake the feeling I should have stayed home for this one. I just shook my head and popped the tab.

Within fourty minutes, the room shines brightly and made my head hurt from the light. We were exiting the bathroom to join the party. The band switched out to a DJ. Some hot club mix jumped the crowd. I was hopping up and down and pushing against bodies all while high. The official peak happened and I was sweaty. Too sweaty. I was dehydrated and in need of something to drink. I looked around for Lillian, I was going to ask if she wanted anything but I found her selling shit on the dance floor. I wandered around the house until I found the open kitchen. My head throbbed. I held it as I stumbled my way to the fridge. Inside it was stocked with beer. I had to maneuver around them to find a bottle of water.  I could feel my heart thumping against my chest as I downed it in one go. It wasn't my first roll, I knew what to do to calm down. A downer. I didn't mess with just anything. I needed Xanax.

It's to smooth out the extra adrenaline and anxiety. I wandered around looking for Lilly. I bumped into people all while thoughts of her passed my mind. Mostly thoughts about her face as I looked for it in the crowd. She's so pretty. I mean model pretty. Tall and lean. She hides it with that fake ass frown and those mean green eyes and expensive 'street' clothes. She's got bushy unfilled eyebrows that are lighter than her hair. It's long and usually messy from being in a bun. She's never without a skateboard either. I've known her since freshman year. We weren't quick friends. She ran in a different crowd most of the time. But by sophomore year we were inseparable, and now we're both graduated. I didn't see her anywhere, which was weird. I eventually made it outback. Music distantly fades in and out of my head as I question anyone for Lillian. Sometimes they would reply saying they hadn't seen her, while others, they ignored the broke scholarship girl that everyone knew did drugs with her. Except for Tyler.

Her brother. He's just as pretty and just as mean and he definitely can't stand me. I think it's because he knows the truth of our friendship. I love her. Not just as a best friend either. I'm not sure of when the feelings started but. We flirted and kissed while high. He caught us one time, kissing, it was a year ago, and ever since he's just been weird. Even told me she didn't have time for a relationship of that 'kind'. That she had other things to worry about. He informed me of her whereabouts but didn't miss a beat to cut me down about being here. I ignored him and found her out front with Steven.

Otherwise known as, her lame-ass college boyfriend, they were making up and making out. Again! After she complained for at least a week about wanting to dump him because he's, distant, whatever. I didn't have the heart to tell her he was probably cheating, again, but like I said. It's whatever.  I just went back inside so I didn't barf from the makeout fest. I was angered by the sight of them. I was so overwhelmed with my emotions. I did something stupid. Like I said, I needed a downer, so I grabbed a drink. I didn't care what it was or whose it was, I just started chugging. That was mistake number three. The first was being here. The second was seeing Tyler. He knew. Tyler must have known Steven was here and of course had to remind me, I'm just the best friend. Fuck him! So what. I kissed his sister a couple times and now I'm crying about it. She acts like it never happened...

It wasn't until I was on my second drink that I noticed something funny. I couldn't feel my face. Like I had taken too many Percs. My sight narrowed and the room was spinning in slow motion. I stumbled dumbly like I couldn't hold my liquor. I got pushed around so much that I knew I couldn't. I was trying to make it to the bathroom but there was a line and I couldn't make it upstairs before I was going to puke. It was rushing up my esophagus and it burned like acid. I tried to keep it down but It all started coming up right there on the floor. It was runny and sort of a pinkish red.

While I was vomiting somebody shoved me to my knees, I was puking up more. Gagging and gasping for air. Yet with every heave only more frothy liquid came. I coughed and coughed until it was lights out face first in my pink vomit.

-Ah, yes. Here we are again. Spying on the creature as she. Was not easy. Sneaking into the home was rather difficult. But I have my ways about myself. Simply speaking. I'm not of this world. I can pass through walls. A ghostly thing I am. Now let's understand...As the child fell amongst the crowded room. I witnessed something quite strange occur. She twitched and convulsed like she'd been an electrocuted dead frog. The movement didn't last long. No one noticed until somebody tripped over her. They thought she was just passed out drunk and tried to wake her but when they noticed she was out cold. They screamed like a maniac. I mean screamed and screamed until others began to scream. The thumping music stopped. The house occupant, Tyler was called into the living room. So was Lillian, as she was her friend. They both panicked and kicked everyone out the abode. They couldn't control the storm brewing so the party was over. Social media was already blowing up. It did not look good. Only a few people stayed behind. Tyler's best friend and Lillian's boyfriend. The male children paced around fighting, Lillian was the only one with a clear head but soon panicked because the Narcan wasn't working?! She administered a second dose. Nothing. Then a third. What did they do with the for sure dead girl?

The police weren't called. At least not by them. I'm sure someone called. Eventually. That's what you're supposed to do, right? Call the cops when someone's hurt. But that would mean Tyler, Steven, and the best friend would be arrested for hosting a drug fest. So what did they do? The boys decided dumping the child in the bed of a pickup truck and dropping her off and leaving her outside the nearest hospital, was best. They honked the horn before speedily driving away.

She was splayed out on concrete with no sign of life. By the time someone found her. She just a ridged Jane doe with no one to claim to life. She was transported to the hospital morgue and left there for the morning. The personal affects on her body? A second hand iPhone and some cash. No identification on her. The police eventually did arrive after fingerprints and dna were ran. The child was finally identified. Here's the plan.

Alexandra Morningstar, age 18 , 200 pounds, dyed curly hair and dark brown eyes. Race: Irish. Don't ask questions. When the police arrived they could legally use the phone. There were several missed calls. Miss Mary was notified and she came down to identify.

When she asked how she died? She was told an overdose of MDMA, Xylazol , Oxy, and vodka. In between crying and talking to the police. Miss Mary requested that an autopsy not be done. It was denied. The process had already begun. Just an external exam. Such as checking blood lividity. Which had been disturbed because the dead body was moved.

The police ordered it to be completed. Mary was upset but understood and left with the police to discuss things further. Such as her whereabouts before death. All while this occurred, in the morgue, things weren't as cut and dry. The external exam had already been completed and the internal exam began. A scalpel was used to make a y-incision from shoulder to shoulder and curved under the breasts before meeting at the breast bone and ended all the way down to the pubic bone. Her flesh and muscle was peeled back like a grapefruits pith to expose the organs. This is where it got strange again. Very odd and peculiar. You see, death is normal, it's natural and expected. But with that, comes rot. You'd expect there to be rot.

There was none. The medical examiner was very confused. The blood wasn't flowing but the organs were fine. Almost in perfect condition, besides the ticker. The medical examiner spent longer than expected trying to understand. None of them were cut out because of the anomaly. You see she had a strange medical examiner. Not that kind of strange, the other kind, a wannabe scientist.

She was studied by this person all night long and even then they couldn't wrap their brain around why she wasn't decomposing. He decided to experiment with something before calling it a night and consulting with a peer. Instead of the normal liquid formaldehyde, fresh oxygenated blood was pumped through the veins and something stranger happens. It caused the dead heart, to beat. It was faint but it was beating. Ba bump, Ba bump, Ba bump, ba bump. This sparked a nightmare for him. He realized she was living and now had a responsibility to hide the evidence of what he had done. He has to allow her to wake up like some miraculous creature. This person sewed her back up and simply waited. He grew impatient and left for the night. Leaving her nude and vulnerable to the environment.

The faint heartbeat grew stronger and she quite literally woke from death. I wasn't surprised that she couldn't stop screaming. She clamped her hands over her mouth. My she's quite loud, for the dead! -

What the fuck?! My eye sight blurry. My head pounding. Nothing made sense. I had no wits about myself. I just kept crying and screaming. Shaking like a shorn baby lamb. There I was, naked as the day I came into the world. I remembered every moment up to my death. I knew I wasn't supposed to be alive but there I was, living. Right? At least I think? Once calm, I managed to figure out my surroundings. I was definitely in a hospital. A morgue.

I attempted to stumble off a metal slab. I could barely stand, my legs felt tingly but I managed to find my way to a mirror and looked at myself. I just stood there. I couldn't believe my eyes. The horror was more than surreal. More so? That unsettling and gnarly Y-shaped scar? It was healing. I don't mean scarring. I don't mean red and puckered from blood cells working overtime. No. I mean disappearing from sight. I literally pissed myself once it was gone completely; as if it had never happened. I didn't have time to freak so I cleaned myself up and threw on a nearby set of paper scrubs and left the morgue. I was scared. I mean completely and utterly afraid as I stumbled into walls. I just kept moving until I found a part of the hospital that looked familiar. I was on auto pilot but knew where to go. I found myself standing outside the hospitals head doctors office.

Dr. Gregory Wexler written on a plaque outside the hospital door.  The parentally absent man is Lillian's father. I knocked but there wasn't an answer. The door was unlocked I twisted the knob and went inside. He was in there. He was sitting behind his desk. His hands covering his face. I paid attention to his sweaty hair. It was plastered on his forehead. He appeared to be sobbing. He quickly mumbled that he was busy and told me to come back later. I decided to not listen and shut the door and locked it behind me. I was scared to speak to him but I had to. I croaked out his name.  "Dr. Wexler..." He looked up at me and was about to shout at whoever he thought it must have been. The words died in his mouth and he just sat there fumbling. As if he had been drinking...I moved further into the room. I was sitting on the uncomfortable office couch across from his desk. My hands folded in my lap. We both were silent. He wiped a tears from his eyes and he quietly questioned if I was real. I silently nodded my head. That's when it began. The mysterious miracle of me.

The following week was filled with doctors coming and going out of a very private room where I was hosted. They couldn't explain it. That didn't cover when I was finally allowed to go home and was interrogated by police and Miss Mary.

They were trying to understand how this all happened. How I made it out of that drug overdose, alive. There were many theories but most fell flat. So they began investigating the incident. So...I lied. I didn't give up Lillian. I just kept saying I didn't remember that night or who gave me the drugs. They obviously knew I was lying. It frustrated everyone other than Dr. Wexler who knew the truth. That I love his daughter enough to protect her. After being interrogated. Staying home was unbearable; especially once the media picked up the story. I was all across the internet as the dead girl risen. Like an article from the onion. A freak accident. That wasn't the worst part. Because of this incident I was kicked out of Miss Mary's house. She couldn't handle the lying or the fact I was dead. She saw my body. She knew that something unspeakable occurred. Something unnatural. Something unholy. She was a very religious lady. Went to Bible study every Wednesday and church every Sunday. I couldn't stay. Not if the devil did his work on me.

So where am I now? Because I was eighteen there was no other placements for me. I was given the opportunity to stay with Lillian but she and I weren't friends anymore; and I'm pretty sure the doc just wanted to study me more closely. So I left for school. I wasn't at Columbia. Nor Cornell. Or Princeton either. This school wasn't on my radar when I was looking. I didn't even know it existed because it's in New Orleans. I'm a new student of Blackbriar college. Why was it so exclusive? It's for a certain type of person. Wealthy of course, but also for the exceptionally gifted. At least thats what was said on the black handwritten acceptance letter. The college is located in a French quarter mansion.

The two story building has 18th century architecture and is beautifully made of cracking red brick with ornate laced iron galleries. Which are balconies. Bundles of plants and vines drape the sides. There aren't many people here yet. Just the staff. All of the students are at home for the summer, because of my circumstances I was allowed to stay in the living quarters. Each student has a private room and bathroom. I was told there would be 15 students. That's it. We also have to wear uniforms during class hours.

They are a tailored black pant/skirt suits that's included in the tuition. I had just finished meeting with the

headmistress and was shown to my room.

It's antique in appearance. I was lying in a creaky writ iron bed trying not to cry as I thought about why a 'nobody, freak' was called exceptionally gifted and head hunted by a wealthy for profit school? Not because of my grades. It's because... I'm a witch. You heard me. l'm a real fucking witch! That's why when I pushed up daisies. I lived to tell the tale because my so called exceptional gifts awoke. It could have been the stress. It could have been the drug cocktail. To be honest I'll never know. I was told by the headmistress of the school that for some they are born with their gifts, while others obtain them later. They can just pop up. Outside of telling me I was a witch. She said I was blessed with the gift of necromany. The only other one on campus was the head mistress herself. Aka, Helen Frost. She will be my professor for most of my time here. If all that wasn't enough to put me in a padded room. Guess what? Witches aren't the only things that exist. She informed me that New Orleans and all over the world was filled with a secret. A seedy underworld where things that go bump in the night, are real. So who am l? Not a nobody, Not a freak, not some normal kid. I'm Alexandra Morningstar, the witch.

- Cornelieus here. You must be wondering. What is this young lady up too? Im here to tell you. You've seen nothing as of yet! As much as I'd love to hide what it is that I am. Catsidhe. That is me. Let me tell ye, the story. -

[dataproviderindia]

Top Best Business Idea (Low Investment and High Profit)

For the last few years, people have been so troubled by the pandemic like covid that they have suffered a lot not only physically and mentally but also financially. During this time, while many people suffered losses in business, most of the people lost their jobs.

But among all this, there were some people who did not bow down to the circumstances and started a new startup and they were also successful in it and today many people are thinking of leaving their good jobs and trying their hand in business.

Because they have understood that the job is there today, maybe not tomorrow, but their business will always be with them. However, it is a different matter that there are ups and downs in business as well. But some businesses are evergreen and whatever the time, the situation, their demand in the market always remains.

If you also want to start a similar evergreen and big business, then our article today can prove to be very beneficial for you. Because in today’s article we are going to tell you about some of the best business ideas, by investing in which you can easily start a good big business of your own.

Choose T-shirt printing business

So let’s start some of the best business ideas, by investing in which you can easily start a good big business of your own.

‍1. T-shirt printing –T shirts hanged on the hangar in the store. In this list of best business ideas, today we will first talk about the most trending business T-shirt printing. You must have seen many times that many people are wearing the same kind of T-shirt.

‍You must have seen this thing at many places. College kids are wearing the same kind of T-shirts, in which their name is written on the back, if any program organized by a company is going on, then the staff of that company is seen in the same kind of T-shirt and on which the name of the company is printed on the back.

You must be wondering how this happens? These T-shirts are called customized T-shirts. Customization means that you make the design people want on the T-shirt and give it to them. Nowadays this business is very popular. Although this business is mostly seen in big cities. But now this business has started becoming famous in small cities as well.

How to start?

You can start T-shirt printing work from your home as well. If you want, you can also start this work by taking a shop. To start this business, you have to buy a T-shirt printing machine. You must be wondering where the T-shirts to be printed will come from?

‍Actually in this business, it happens that many customers themselves give you their T-shirts to print. In this, you have to print their favorite design on their T-shirt. Many times it also happens that you get an order to print many T-shirts.

In which you are not given any T-shirt. You have to buy T-shirts and print on them and deliver them to the customer. In such a situation, you have to contact the companies making T-shirts or the traders selling T-shirts.

Cost –Talking about the cost, it costs twenty to twenty-five thousand rupees to start this business. T-shirt printing machine T-shirt printing machine comes in ten to fifteen thousand. Apart from this, there is also an expense in making the furniture of the shop etc.

Advantages –The earnings in this business are very good. Once you open your shop and also buy a printing machine. After that you do not have to invest much money and there is only profit.

As your earnings start increasing, you can make your business bigger. The cost of printing a T-shirt is one hundred to two hundred rupees. Now you can think yourself that the earnings in this business are good.

The future of T-shirt printing – For the past few years, this business has been one of the most demanding businesses and obviously investing in it in the coming time can prove to be a profitable deal because now this field has expanded further. Now apart from T-shirt printing, there is a lot of demand for mug printing, cushion printing, bedsheet and hoodie printing etc.

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Original Source: https://dataproviderindia.wordpress.com/2025/01/15/top-best-business-idea-low-investment-and-high-profit/ 

[topazadine]

Honestly of all the mental illness things I've dealt with, I almost feel like admitting I have dissociative problems is the scariest?

I had no problem telling people I have bipolar, and while I felt guilty for the stuff that happened during my psychotic episode, there's something uniquely frightening about admitting to people that you don't remember half your life.

Like, if you tried to ask me what I was doing this time a year ago, I'd have to piece it together from emails or something. I'd probably just tell you based on what job I was doing at the time, because that's the only way I know to categorize my life.

Just yesterday I had to go look up the year that my grandfather died because I don't remember. This happened when I was in my teens, so it's not like he died before I was born. I just remembered that he died sometime in my teens and that's it.

I found some emails from someone who was really important to me 10 years ago and I had literally forgotten who they were. Had to read through the whole email exchange to remember what was going on with that person. It wasn't even a "oh wow haven't thought about them in forever," it was a "why did I print out these emails? Oh ... yeah, I guess that's important"

I tried to start making a timeline of my life by years and there are entire years that I remember like one thing, and I only remember that thing because I know that, according to my life timeline, that should have happened.

Can't remember my first day of high school, can't remember why I fell out with my first girlfriend, can't remember moving, can't remember starting my first job. I just know it happened and that's it.

And it just makes me really feel like an alien, you know? Of course I know that peoples' memories get foggy as they get older and they may just faintly remember things, but I would imagine that most of those big firsts should be important, should be things that people remember. I don't.

I am sure many people would tell me either "oh, you must be faking, surely you do remember and are just trying to get Oppression Points," which no, I'm way too old for those stupid games. Or other people saying "sure, but not everyone remembers everything, I don't remember some of my birthdays" which sure, yes. Of course you don't remember everything that happens to you, because otherwise you'd go nuts.

But memoryholing entire people that were important to you once? Not being able to remember how it felt to walk into college for the first time? Having no idea when your first kiss was?

And the worst thing is that I can't even feel the memories I do have. I don't remember how I felt for my exes or how we even met. I don't remember how it felt to watch my dad try to beat my mom to death; I have to assume that I would have reacted like a normal person and been terrified. I have no clue what I was thinking or feeling when I graduated from my MA program, and that was only back in 2019.

It's all gone. I can't feel anything for any of those things anymore. It's like they happened to someone else. There's no sense of pride for my accomplishments, no sense of resentment or anger toward people who hurt me, no sadness over things I've lost. Nothing.

This is all just fucking sad. I don't know how I've reached almost 32 years old and not dealt with this. And I don't even know how to explain it to people without them thinking I am either overdramatic, suffering from brain cancer, or insane.

[mercury-72]

The internship

Tw: Mentions of being sick, mentions of death

Ellery Mitchell gets invited to intern at Jurassic world. Your average stressed college student. With a love for dinosaurs. She has some family issues, and still struggles from the impacts of her disorder. :)

Ellery

The thing with being sick is it acts as a sort of crutch against the world.

Oh you didn’t do so good on that test? Its ok because your sick.

You didn’t finish that assignment. Well you were in the hospital because your sick.

But in some cases your not sick forever, or at least in my case you get better. Well better enough. Enough to the point I’m not trapped in those hospitals. All those overwhelming feelings of dread and the smell of bleach and those stupid white walls that could make anyone go crazy.

So it still acts as a crutch in some instances. Though it can be annoying because suddenly everyone around you treats you like your made of glass. They walk on egg shells around you and everyone is suddenly so sorry for you as if being sick makes you more important but less of a normal person.

Well, news flash just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I’m incompetent, or that I’m stupid. There’s no need to treat me differently.

So I was thankful to have that crutch for a while, it got me out of stuff. But that crutch started feeling more like a thorn in my side then a soft pillow to land on.

Because being sick could mean almost dying.

I didn’t care at first. I didn’t really think about it. I kind of just stopped trying for everything at that point. It felt like I had lost so much, I lost who I was, I lost my brother, I hadn’t seen my dad in so long. But my mom, she was still around, and seeing the look on her face everyday as I just got worse and worse. That hurt, more then losing my brother, then not seeing my dad.

 I realized that she also lost her son, and hadn’t seen her husband in forever. I wasn’t the only one suffering and I felt like I was being selfish. So I started trying for her. I slowly got better and graduated my senior year. I was able to walk that stage with a smile on my face as my mom quite literally screamed from the stands.

So if I have learned anything from my experiences its that if you have an opportunity to do something with your life, you have to take it. Which is exactly how I ended up here.

 Well not yet at least. I've been given the opportunity of a life time. An island off the coast of costa Rica. Yes this may sound familiar, Jurassic park? Ringing any bells? Anyways I've been invited to work as an intern at this island called Nalo island, I hate to say it but its not very original. Seriously rich people are so creative.

 Mr. Marley Sato, one of, if not the richest men on the planet who just so happens to love science and looking after the planet has bought an island to fund science programs and build a theme park just like in the Jurassic park movies. Now you would think by now that we all have learned what a bad idea that is, but I’m not even gonna lie, I love the idea and if I weren’t given an invitation to go work there for two weeks I would still spend every penny I have to go anyway.

So here I am on my last day on the main land before I had off for two weeks on an internship to a technically mystery island. Mr.Sato has done a great job of keeping everything happening out there a secret, so I’m really in for a surprise when I get there. Though for my last day this is really shaping up to be a crazy good bye party.

Well its not really a good by party, I really only have one friend here on campus but I like to think I get along with people ok. Phoebe my dormmate is seriously a Monica, if you don’t know what that means I don’t know what to tell you. Essential because of her I've had my bags packed for this trip a good week ahead of time. Though she’s supposed to be the one taking me there and I’m not quite sure where she is.

She’s way over protective of me, like a big sister or even like my mom so its rare to get a moment away from her, don’t get me wrong I love her and all but having two of my mom basically can be suffocating. Its nice though, to know someone cares so much about you.

Phoebe left me briefly because I guess a professor or someone had something for her and she said she would meet me in a second. Well within said “second” the fire alarm goes off and everyone starts to go insane. You know they basically train us since elementary school how to handle a fire drill but I guess we never learn.

I guess we all just assumed it was another fire drill so we all ushered out of the buildings into the court yard were its started to snow.

And to say I was shocked would be a huge understatement, I’m not really sure what to describe it. But the last thing I expected on my last day was for the science building to be on fire.

So I’m just gonna acknowledge it as my going away party.

I make my way over to one of the benches in the court yard, one that’s about 100-200 yards away from the science building. It’s the recommended safe distance a person should stand from a burning building just in case it collapses or explodes, though I don’t think this is anything serious. Everyone is just over reacting. 

I can hear the sound of sirens in the distance and scan the crowd for phoebe. Were gonna have to leave here before the fire trucks get here otherwise it will be a pain trying to get out of here with them and anybody else on campus trying to leave for the holiday break.

That’s another great thing about this trip, because as much as I would love to spend Christmas break at home with my mom, I know she'll be working at the hospital for most of it anyway. So lucky me ill get out of shoveling snow for two whole weeks.

 I feel like snow is one of those things that if you live somewhere that doesn’t get snow often you wish for it and you think its like this wonderful thing.

As a kid I get it, waking up in the mornings to your yard covered in a nice blanket of just white. And as a kid its like the official start to winter time which means Christmas and no school.

I can tell you snow is not all that its cracked up to be, as a kid I will admit it was nice, but as you get older its just annoying honestly. Having to spend hours out in temperatures that are way below what’s comfortable, and don’t even get me started on the shoveling bit. You’ll spend twenty minutes at tops out there before your toes and fingers are numb.

Though due to my past conditions mom doesn’t really like me spending to much time outside if its cold, also doesn’t help that the only shoes I wear are converse, which sadly have absolutely no grip. So if I do have to shovel or go outside in winter basically I have a super high risk of slipping and falling on my ass. I've done it more times then I can count.

Considering phoebe is basically a carbon copy of my mom with how protective she is over me you would think she would be ushering me inside somewhere or towards her car so we can get going. But its been a good couple minutes and there’s still no sign of her. To be completely honest I would not be surprised if she decided to stop and flirt with the new girl in our English class.

I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket, I don’t even get a chance to pull it out to check it before I’m being tackled to the ground in a bear hug. I hit the ground with a soft thud thanks to the snow but I can still feel all the air leave my chest for a second. I cough recognizing phoebes signature perfume. She always puts to much on in the mornings and it can be suffocating.

“Omg, Ellery I thought you died or something, don’t do that to me, I leave for one second and come back and the schools going insane” She moves to get up before giving me a hand up as well. We brush the snow off ourselves and not a second later she’s taking my hand and leading me towards the parking lot.

 “Sorry, I was gonna wait but then the fire alarms went off and everyone just started rushing outside I guess I got swept up with them.”

Phoebe is a step ahead of me and I know if it weren’t for me she would be practically power walking to the parking lot. Its just who she is, once she’s got her mind set to something there’s practically no one who can get in her way.

“Gosh do you know what your mom would do to me if I lost you, you know what don’t answer that I know what she would do. She would kill me, I almost lost you once the time I took you to a concert and she just about had my neck” I laugh, she’s slowed her pace so she’s not really dragging me anymore, instead we’re side by side. So I can see her keys hanging from one finger, swinging back and forth making a jingling sound as they do.

I hate driving but I've always loved the satisfaction of having a lanyard with a thing of keys to make noise as you walk.

“Trust me I know, because she lectured me on it afterword, but come on Phoebe We were both already 18 when that happened sometimes her overprotectiveness can be a little over bearing.”

I feel her give my hand a squeeze as she looks my way, that concerning mother smile on her face that she pulls off perfectly, must be from all those times she used to babysit.

“You know she only does that because she loves you, your practically all she has left since you guys never see your dad” I let out a sigh, seeing my breathe in the air again, she’s right, I know that.

“I know” I just wish dad was around more often, maybe then some of my moms attention would go somewhere else, I guess that’s what working at the hospital does for her.

“Come on Ellery don’t get all sappy on me we’re supposed to be excited, your finally gonna do this!” I cant help but smile, I don’t want to get my hopes up but I cant help it.

“Well we don’t technically know that only one of us is supposed to get the job”

 “They always say that its like a business thing or what ever you don’t know what the other people are gonna be like, you all might be great and he’ll have no choice but to hire all of you” She’s always super optimistic, it would be awesome if more then one of us got to have an official spot there.

Me and five other students across the US are interning on Nalo island for two weeks and after words Mr.Sato will choose one of us to officially work on the island.

“Well in a perfect world that’s how it would go, but we don’t live in a perfect world Phoeb’s” God if only we lived in a perfect world.

 Phoebe spins so fast her hand still in mine, to glare at me, not a real glare or anything like she’s actually mad, she just hates when I point out the flaws in all her optimism.

“Ellery Mitchell if you don’t stop with the negativity then, then, then I’ll have no choice but to ,” She pauses brining the hand holding her keys to tap at her lips. The wind blowing her shoulder length dirty blonde hair around her face and she swats it away.

Then her eyes widen and she has a big mischievous grin on her face and I know this cant be anything good. “I’ll have no choice but to not allow you to have anymore milkshakes and I’ll eat all your Chinese food and I wont let you see cuddles for a whole week!” I laugh bringing my unoccupied hand to rub down my face.

God I love her and I don’t know what I would do without her but sometimes I wonder what she would do without me.

“Phoeb’s you do realize ill be gone for two whole weeks. So technically when I get back your little restrictions will be over.” I say tilting my head to the side to watch her brain slowly catch up her furrowed eye brows shooting up at the realization.

“Well, that is so unfair” Her shoulders slouching as she tugs at my arm to continue our trek to her car.

Phoebe drives a supe nice classic red mustang, I don’t know anything else like a make or year or what ever I don’t understand cars. But she sure understands cars, one of her dads works as a mechanic and they even have their own vehicle repair shop that me and her hung out at last summer.

It’s a great hangout and its right across the street from a dinner so we would go there grab food for the two of us plus extra for her dad and anyone else who wanted food.

We climb in and it starts up with a nice hum. I never really understood people with the fancy sports cars before until I drove around with phoebe in hers.

Since its my last day before I leave phoebe decided we go out to eat first after she asked if I was cool with it like fifty times. She takes off going 10-15 miles over the speed limit.

 Getting food with phoebe is always fun, it makes me forget about the world around me. It makes the time fly literally, which is why she’s currently clinging to me crying. “But I’m not ready for you to go, ill miss you so much!” I laugh tears in the corners of my own eyes.

“Its only two weeks phoebe ill be back in no time” I rub my hand over her back as she continues to bury her face into my chest.

"I know but still, you promise you’ll text me all the time and take loads of pictures” She sniffles finally moving her face away from me to look up with puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip jutting out.

“Here,” I move to push her gently away from me so she’s finally back to her full height, I stick my pinky finger out to her.

“See I pinky promise that I will be perfectly fine, and that ill text you all the I time and send you a bunch of pictures” Though I say it out loud doesn’t mean I fully believe it myself. I’m so nervous because I don’t know who the other people are or what's waiting for me out there.

She smiles sadly and links her pinky with mine. “Fine pinky promise, but promise me that if anything goes wrong you wont be stupid” I look at her, and the look on her face is something I've never seen before, she’s so serious, and it makes a tear slide down my cheek.

The serious look on her face disappears as she unlinks our pinkies to wipe the tear off my cheek. ‘”Oh sweetheart its ok, its just I know you and never mind that just also promise me you’ll have fun and you wont worry about anything back here.” I smile and one again we link pinkies going to press our thumbs together to seal our promises.

She pauses and pulls her thumb away from mine. “Wait are we sure this is the last promise, we’ve just made like five in the last minute” We both laugh as I nod and she smiles big, we both press our thumbs together.

“Ok good you better not try and make anymore promises before you leave because I’m not doing that a third time missy” She says crossing her arms.

“Yes that’s the last promise. I promise” I smile at her as she rolls her eyes at me turning her back to me waving me off. “Oh gone on already wont yuh” I hear her voice crack as she does, I feel my eyes start to water again, I go to walk away but I cant. I run back to phoebe leaving my bags to hug her one last time before I leave.

Its only two weeks I tell myself.

ahhhhhh, omg so uhm that's the first chapter I wrote for this story, i really hope its ok and not to bad

i promise it gets better :')

[she-toadmask]

I'm trying to check my academic progress because I'm hoping to graduate this semester

And the site isn't working and giving an error that looks more like an error from code issues than anything on the user end

So I view page source, not expecting to find anything since best practice is to have all your Javascript in a separate file from your HTML

(I decided to livetype my reaction to the source and it got long and heated so cut)

But NOPE. ALL THE JAVASCRIPT IS INSIDE THE HTML. AND THE VARIABLE NAMES ARE LONG AS SHIT LIKE SOME ARE LONGER THAN THE STRING THEY CONTAIN.

And ok this makes some sense since it's a lot of specific stuff regarding course registration but why is there a dictionary with one item with the key bankingInformationCloseButtonLabel and the value 'Close'

IT'S ONE FUCKING ITEM WHY USE A DICTIONARY

Why is the Javascript split into multiple sections. Like multiple <script></script> chunks.

ANOTHER SINGLE-ITEM DICTIONARY WHY

Oh there's the links to external Javascript files. Why are some of them inside the html and some not.

AND NOW BACK TO INTERNAL JAVASCRIPT FOR WHAT PURPOSE DO YOU DO THIS

This violates readability, jesus. Most of these are just masses of variable assignments. I guess the software that runs the back end does a lot of it but jesus this is a nightmare to look at. Not that my code is necessarily better, but im a student and this was presumably done by professionals who got paid

I mean I guess if you just needed to update a few variables and know what they were this wouldn't be too bad but this is suffering to look at

I would scream about this chunk being confusing and 'what do you mean you have to have this isolated string without quotes or the tests fail with invalid JS' but this is probably what real-world code looks like

At least the variable chunks are labeled with comments as to what they are

2600 lines in and we now have internal Javascript that isn't just lists of variables, oh god

And there's that isolated string without quotes so things work. Joy. Why did my phone try to correct work to worm

This code at least looks fine, logical function names and not doing more than one thing. Still shouldn't be in the main page but at least it's decent code

And almost 2700 lines in we finally get to the body element, the actual html in this file

I have now learned what a vector image looks like in html and I am terrified

AND WE'RE BACK TO JAVASCRIPT THIS TIME INSIDE THE BODY. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU PROGRAM.

Those class names are awful why are they two parts and long

This html is also awful to read but I just don't like working with html in general so that's probably the issue. Scrolling through a lot of it. More inline Javascript.

I FOUND THE SOURCE OF THE FUCKING ERROR THEY FORGOT TO CLOSE ONE FUCKING COMMENT USED IN A JAVASCRIPT LIBRARY

3600 LINES IN

This is equivalent to when my tests kept failing because I forgot to put a quarter of my code into an else statement and it ran every time except worse because i eventually fixed that before submitting my assignment but this is live code on the internet

Ok this is interesting some of this code may have come from the company this is licensed from or whatever and maybe that's why the variable names are garbage. This might be unrelated to anything my college does.

Source: a comment like

[College] customization: student services requested this message be displayed. I did [explanation]. Ben ([college - date])

Now that's good practice. Thank you Ben for being smart.

In any case this file is almost 5000 lines long and most of that was Javascript and one missing comment tag ruined everything