#grad school here i come
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GUESS WHO JUST PASSED HER TEST WITH THE HIGHEST MARKKKKKKKKKKKK.
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cannibalism and murder is fine but i draw the line at age gap. these people are sending me
#i could write analysis essays on why this is#i am genuinely curious/interested on like ... how we've gotten here#and it def has to do w moral panics around sexuality + normalization of violence in media bc#but media shit like this doesn't just happen on its own. i want to understand the material causes#grad school here i come#the thing abt this is that it's basically an internet phenomenon and#ridiculously hard to study because the internet is too vast and shit moves along too quickly#it's also less important than probably u know all the child protection policies govt is trying to implement#that's what's causing the trickle down effect#and the problem ofc it's not actually abt child protection#it's abt invading people's privacy
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Settled on my research question for the GRFP application yeah budddyyyyyyy
#its gonna be about beech aphids and the soil priming effect#im so excited#im probably not gonna get the GRFP but still great to get some experience doing research design#and i have two whole grad schools that i have potential advisors at#grad school here i come
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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.
#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is#a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good#personal#“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry#that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign#also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg#i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant#parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice#this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah#i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li#i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive#so they have to find temporary housing around the area#last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis#during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences#and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first#reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed
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Finality’s Fault Chapter 6 just dropped! In which Tango makes a crucial decision against Cub and Etho’s better judgment, while Jimmy finds some pieces of the past.
This chapter went through three rewrites to get it to where it is now, but I am so very proud of it, and would love feedback (comments/rbs) if y’all like it too! :)
#Fin Fault au#team rancher#tangotek#jimmy solidarity#trafficshipping#aris paracosm art#guys I am writing this fic while applying to grad schools#so if chapters seem a bit slower that is why#I seem to like drawing ranchers gazing lovingly at each other in front of the moon#if I had a nickel- *gets yelled at by Jimmy*#FinFault au#(comes back two weeks later to put the *real* tag for the fic on here smh
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quick lil post about coming back to art full-time while also being a full time MSW student….it can be possible 0.0
anyway ty to everyone who has supported me over the years i wouldnt be able to go back to art without you all
#muertodraws#also becoming a lil more comfy calling myself autistic even tho every autistic person i have ever me is like yea ur us lol#back in therapy and i finished my first sem of grad school off strong#next sem will be crazy but o well#hoping to volunteer at a cat shelter next yr too#i need a cat in my life or else i will explode#i would get one now as an esa but i just dont have the money#so heres to hoping#anyway i know my asks are off and thats cuz i just needed to focus on school#maybe theyll come back on next year but for now if u need to reach me feel free to pm or email me#dm me on instagram too if u gotta reach me#trying to balance being on here and also wanting to be invisible and blend in with the masses and work my 9-5 and act like i dont have like#intimate knowledge about online discourse lmfao#anyway#see u all soon
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halcyon | 18+
Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.
The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.
But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.
Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.
There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”
Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.
He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.
He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.
Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—
But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.
When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.
#aph romano#hws romano#aph spain#hws spain#spamano#hetalia#hetalia fanfiction#mango minifics#listen i am by no means back yet. i have been traveling for so long and i am beyond dead on my feet#BUT!!!! i do have some little snippets and minifics i do plan on posting in the coming weeks while i turn my attention to#Other Adult Responsibilities™️ (grad school. i have grad school applications to do. and i Despise personal statements. and CVs.)#think of this as along the same veins as beneath the yellow tiles and red wine and honey. similar vibes. just not as...explicit#but still. 18+ just to be safe pls. bc i worry :(#hopefully this can be a little reminder that i am alive. and still here. kinda. pls dont forget about me :(((
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graduated college today!!!!! 😁😁😁😁
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i wanna live on my own again …. i’m so ready to put my books on a shelf and my clothes in a closet
#absolutely adore my parents but i’m just excited to Have My Own Place again. where i can unpack all my shit & decorate & stay for a year#and be back downtown tbh. the suburbs are very quiet & it’s peaceful but i feel so lonely out here#i’m gonna have to wait til october for prices to drop a bit but i’m determined to make it work#i got a dope job as a neurofeedback technician but it’s only 9-15h/week ($22cad/h) soooo that ain’t gonna cut it#little nervous cuz frankly i dunno if i can handle working more than ~30h/week rn & also. holy fuck it’s hard finding decent part-time jobs#although! last night my old manager asked if i’d consider coming back to the restaurant to host/do cash on a casual basis/for the holidays#which means i’m probably going to end up balancing 3 jobs again. which is kinda fucked up lol but it’s good money so i can’t turn it down#anyways i’m getting ahead of myself#i do feel like i’m genuinely looking forward to things for the first time in a while though#like grad school next year & tattoos this fall & hopefully making friends w new coworkers n shit. even if it’s unbelievably stressful 👍#pegasus speaks#hi btw i am alive. i just haven’t really been very interested in tumblr at all lately. which is kinda weird but probably for the best
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I’m alive …. Fics and drawings might take a pause for a bit though :-( but it is for good reason I am becoming a learned man
#pronounced learn-ed#anyways hi#I moved to London for grad school#insane right#anyways yeah I’ve been adjusting and now I’m sick LOL#but focusing on my studies I guess#though. I do hope to write in between once I get my feet nice and wet in my workload#because after all#writing is what got me here in the first place#and by here I mean drawing and animating lol#anyways….. imposter syndrome is coming and going#it’s weird but a good weird#anyways uhm yeah hey guys#i…. I really want to finish ghostbusters before this upcoming Halloween#[ face palm]#we will see#peace and love#love and light#ramble#good lord take a shot every time I say anyways#for fucks sake
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Sorry, we provincialized your blorbo. Yeah, we put him in a postcolonial framework and it turned out that he wasn't actually the result of a uniquely rationalistic tradition but actually of a deeply historically-situated framework whose prioritization of the narrative silences other possible epistomologies and ways of knowing. Yeah, it turns out that he can't emerge as a perfectly realized liberal individual without the creation of a reciprocal Other who is excluded from liberal personhood. Yeah, it's going to be like that no matter what, sorry. Do you want some theory or something?
#^ this is what it sounds like in my head when i think about hornblower and stephen maturin and then i come on here and am insane#sorry to all of the postcolonial scholars in the room who will immediately find 10000 holes in all of what i'm saying#for legal purposes this is a meme#to everyone else this is why boat book and anthropology do not mix well#perce rambles#they're going to throw me out of grad school for this but it's worth it
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truly humbling to go from gifted kid and top of my high school class to only kid accepted to ivy league school to graduating with honors and one of two students to go onto a PhD program to president of your field’s professional association to the idiot who took eight years to graduate and the only graduate you know to be unemployed with zero job prospects after finishing said PhD program
#i have lost track of how many students have come and gone through my lab but i do remember every. single. one. of them had a job lined up#and here i am#having one of those nights where i feel like a total loser with a capital L don’t mind me#also all my friends are saying things like ‘trust the process’ and ‘enjoy the time off’#like i’m sorry i’m stressed but i have bills to pay and have a major medical procedure coming up that i’m barely insured for#i’ve been making grad student wages for EIGHT YEARS. i do not have a nest egg. i don’t want to ‘trust the process’#anyway i’ve gone from complaining about school to complaining about not school but that’s what happens when you’re feeing like a Loser#tbd
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guys… i graduate college tomorrow
it’s a really big deal because i’m graduating with an institutional gpa of 3.9, which i brought up from my community college gpa of 3.4, which i brought up from my high school gpa of 2.1. i beat chronic underachievement and i am so proud of myself
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Okay, for real, real question.
How the fuck are you actually supposed to write a dissertation? Like... there is no guidance? Is that my advisor or is that me?
I feel like someone said "Hey, write me a 150 page document about something you did over the course of the last 5 years."
And I said, "Okay, but like, how do you want that to look?" and no one answered.
And so I said, "but like, you think x y z should go in it, right?" and no one answered.
and so I said, "but like... how should I go about that?" and no one fucking answered.
So now, like as of a day ago, I was asked to have a completed dissertation to turn into my advisor NEXT WEEK.
So I've been doing the spongebob, right? Like staring down at paper, writing furiously, reading furiously, I have had a headache every day for at least 2 straight weeks; I have bags under the bags on my eyes - my fiancé literally told me I have 3 consecutive bags under each eye where they just keep getting worse; I am not sleeping well unless I take my large dose medicine; I am not tired, I am only tired, I am not hungry, my body does not feel normal, I am not bathing regularly, I am behind on chores and
I
STILL
DON'T
KNOW
WHAT THE FUCK I'M SUPPOSED TO DO TO WRITE THIS.
What the fuck am I supposed to be doing? Like I'm going to give this a try but I cannot express how much I DO NOT KNOW what I'm doing.
And you say, but surely, Abby, in the last 5 years at this institution you've published right? Surely your advisor has kept up and made sure you're making good progress, right? Obviously, they have prepared you in some capacity, right?
I would say to you, unfortunately, no. No, I have not published a single first author pub in the last 5 years. My advisor has not kept up to the point over the summer we had not a single meeting -I need weekly meetings otherwise I fall into the void and am taken by the aether- and after waiting 3 months for him to give me feedback on my first paper - the first one I've written in any professional capacity - I am told to deliver a full thesis.
Somebody just fucking take me out brother. I am beyond lost at this point and feel like a failure.
Thanks for listening.
If you do have advice, it would be greatly appreciated because I'm losing my fucking mind.
#me#mental illness#what's wrong with me#phd candidate#phdjourney#phd life#phd student#phd i fucking hate it here#i hate grad school#i hate dissertation writing#i hate my existence#why did i do this#why did i choose this#its just like a fucking smidge of guidance#that's all I'm asking for#and I can't even make anyone kiss in it#its not creative at all#fucking chemistry technical writing#i love science but holy fuckballs boys#technical writing is the bane of my existance#how the fucking hell am i supposed to write something that's ALL MATH based and it not be plagiarism#where is that line#at this point do i care?#I do#but come on#jesus fucking christ#holy hell#i just want to write about the blorbos#chemistry does not equal blorbos#i'm a dumbass
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#i have…some of the hardest sql work i’ve ever seen…my finals…holidays coming up (aforementioned seasonal depression)…#grad school apps…sending out my resume in desperation to get a job in my field…gotta download my fics because im genuinely—#worried about the future of the internet for both here & ao3…i am suppressed by finances…suppressed by politics…time is finite &#i can never get everything done. like i want more than anything to be able to get CE & IR done but i worry it won’t ever happen#i am suffocating#it’s 4:15 AM. and i have to go to work…#tw vent#rose.txt
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if no one shows up for this discussion group by 4:30 i'ma go home...
#i do have a q prepared for discussion but aslkdjflaskdjf#nobody's here yet so...#not even eddie!!! my sweet frosh!!!#who always comes to every meeting!!!#ooc.#tbd.#blacklist for less soft nonsense.#grad school posting.
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