#grad school kicking my ass

[welcomingdisaster]

*in the style of these

[geektrashfan]

not my tomes (my hard drive crashed and I lost my saved papers)

[elena-illustration]

Long time no see! I made another picrew for my friends, please enjoy :)

[trentarnolds]

Jurgen Klopp + LFC 08.10.2015 - 19.05.24? The time I spent with you was a miracle in my life

[daily-fgo]

daily fgo day 223: oberon

coming out of my exile to doodle something in celebration of my very own mothman

[neverbringasticktoacannonfight]

“Elvis Merzlikins stood on his skull and brain; the man was laughing, the man was dancing during the whistles, the man stole Auston Matthew’s sick out of his hand, the man was congRATULATING HIS GOAL POST”

- Steve Dangle; CBJ vs Leafs, 1/22/25 (x)

[kpforpresident]

a precursor to this

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I tried to warn you when you were a child

I told you not to get lost in the wild

I sent omens and all kinds of signs

I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes

Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you

(You can run but you can't escape)

Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins

(You will open the yawning grave)

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

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Clarke’s smile had nearly split her rosy cheeks as she twisted one jolival finger in the air, the same cape spinning merrily in front of Lexa’s disbeliving eyes as it made a neat rotation within the air before landing obediently in Lexa’s lap. 

“I- Clarke this is….”

“Beautiful? Perfect? Incredibly fitting for a promising young witch of newly sixteen?” Clarke had piped up from her seat in the hay-covered loft, having accosted Lexa with a rousing chorus of both “Happy Birthday” as well as a verifiable mountain of sloppily levitated presents upon her entry into the barn. 

“Well, yes. All of those things. Bit it’s also too much. I got you a witchlight for your birthday. This must have cost…” Lexa trails off as she runs an admiring finger down a glistening green seam. The cloak shimmers in response, the trace amounts of magic that were woven into the very cloth reacting to the same power that sung through Lexa’s being. 

Clarke’s smile dims slightly upon seeing the defeated slouch in Lexa’s shoulders. Standing fluidly and brushing trace amounts of hay off of her matching dark blue cloak, she floats gracefully to land, catlike, in front of Lexa. 

They both pretend not to notice how Lexa holds her breath when Clarke reaches forward to gently brush an auburn curl from Lexa’s cheek. 

“I wanted to, Lex. It practically followed me home, you know how these capes are. Besides, I’ve been helping out so much at my mum’s apothecary, I had the extra gold. And, every witch deserves a cape for her sixteenth birthday, it’s witching law. Or so says nan.” 

They exchange a mutual hidden smile at the mention of Clarke’s grandmother, a wonderful woman with twinkling blue eyes who just so happened to produce the meanest Amnesia spell of this side of the Atlantic. Rumor had it Clarke had also inherited her spell casting ability, a skill that Lexa was keen to not try out any time soon. 

“Well…” Lexa draws out the word heistently as she stoops just enough to let Clarke, mouth twitching to hide a gleeful smile, gently tie the velvety strands around Lexa’s slim shoulders. “If nana says so, who am I to argue with the head of the Griffin Coven?” 

Clarke’s fingers linger briefly at the base of Lexa’s neck, pointer finger resting oh so gently on her pulse, which flutters like a trapped hummingbird under the attention. 

“Preciscely, Woods.” 

[rambleonwaywardson]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @onyxsboxes for the tag!

One single moment can change the way you see even the most fundamental parts of the world. Something that once was beautiful, now bears nothing but pain. Fear and grief. That’s the song sung by the rain.

Gale listens to its melody, wondering if it’ll ever change its tune.

Slowly slowly slowly I am making progress on astronaut au chapter 17.

Tagging @c-goldthorn @joeyalohadream

[psychhound]

ttrpgs in the classroom (part 2)

hello yall im back with part two!! this one isnt a ttrpg we played (most of these probably wont be ones we've played) but was a class discussion!

the game:

this week we listened to the village witch part 2 episode of alone at the table by @ladytabletop - a solo ttrpg actual play podcast. this was a playthrough of village witch by kestrel eliot

in the episode, the witch anathema has traveled to a new town, a wild west-esque town in the desert with a household ghost, living trains, and some potential new friends

the goal:

we listened to this episode to demonstrate how a playthrough of a solo journaling game might go, and the control you have over storytelling while keeping in line with the mechanics of the game. i wanted to show the students the difference in narrative autonomy compared to games they were more familiar with, namely video games

the methods:

they listened to the episode for homework, and then in class first wrote down the answers to the following questions on their own, then broke into small groups to discuss their answers, then we came together as a class to all talk about the episode

the questions were:

What did you find most interesting about the game or the story being told with it?

What about listening to this playthrough surprised you?

In what ways does this game fit into or defy expectations of a typical Wild West story?

How do you think the story that was told was influenced by the fact that it’s a game?

If you had to write a personal narrative essay in relation to this story, what would you write?

the results:

there were definitely some students who didn't "get it" but overall a lot of engagement with this assignment!! the kids were pretty split on whether it fit into a typical wild west genre and we had an interesting conversation on the "a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town" storytelling dichotomy, but they thought it was cool the witch got to be a good guy. they really connected to the concept of moving to a new place and trying to decide if it's your home as incoming freshman, most of whom have left home for the first time to come to college. we had some interesting answers on how the story was influenced by it being a game, but the general consensus was having the prompts and limitations forced it to be more creative than if it was just written as a short story. one student even asked to do her first essay on this game!! a win overall :D

[grantmentis]

PWHL transactions and updates from the past week

-Kennedy Marchment (MTL) had been battling injury, no timeline return (x) but she’s been scratched for a few games due to said injury

-Taylor Heise goes on LTIR and Minnesota will sign Abby Boreen to a ten day contract as a corresponding move. The contract will make her eligible for playoffs (x)

-Abbey Murphy announces she will not go to the PWHL next season and will do another year of college (x)

-Kristin Della Rovere (OTT) will be out long term, Ottawa signs Sammy Davis as a corresponding move (x)

-Ottawa draft pick and USports top player Audrey-Ann Veillette, who had an injury at training camp and went unsigned likely as a result, was seen skating with Ottawa (x)

-Melodie Daoust expected to sign a ten day contract but said she would not play for team Canada at women’s worlds due to family reasons (x)

[briwates]

snippet of yohan + elijah + gahan baby under the cut

“You were like this too once, Elijah.”

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“All she does is eat and sleep and poop.” Elijah says, seated on the couch next to Yohan, who’s absentmindedly patting his baby daughter’s rear, lulling her to sleep for the night. Gaon has already gone to bed, exhausted from the night before.

“Not the same”

“No, not the same.” Yohan hums “You peed on me a couple times while I was changing you. She hasn’t yet” He gets a slap on the arm for that. A gentle one, Elijah does not want to wake up her cousin. This tiny, one month old pink thing that babbles and coos and cries and has gotten the entire house’s attention, fascinating everyone, including Kkomi who helped rocking her bouncer sometimes. 

“When will she start talking ?” Elijah whispers, watching the little girl smile in her sleep.

Yohan laughs through his nose. “She’s a newborn,”. He caresses his baby’s head with one forefinger, feeling her soft hair. “but first words happen around ten to twelve months apparently. Full sentences will come later.” 

“She’s so small.” Elijah takes one tiny hand between her fingers and rubs her thumb on the baby’s palm. “I will teach her so many things.”

Yohan turns to look at his niece fondly, kisses her forehead. “I’m sure you will.”

[bellesans-merci]

Innerbloom is on HIATUS until I finish this semester in December 2024 😭

I’m so sorry, friends. I’m drowning in work and am mentally exhausted by academia. I am consumed by writing and research and really don’t have the brain space for it right now 😭😭.

[green-green-grass]

Call me among us the way my imposter be syndroming. The way my syndrome imposter. Imposter syndrome: I have it

[memeo-montague]

hello aging tumblrinas

[sunderingstars]

ʚ 💌 ɞ you’re so right LMAO i would literally swim across the freezing cold ocean for him ♡ i can’t believe it’s less than a year until snezhnaya i’m shaking like a feral chihuahua

[morgenlich]

gritting my teeth today!! i will be productive!! three days off and i have mostly spent them moldering and feeling miserable but today i will get shit done!