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[procrastinator-studies]

day 1/123

hi! little big update in my life, I finished university! well, almost, I need to finish my masters thesis and I'm not gonna lie, it´s a bit scary, so here I am, starting to upload again to get mysfel working!

Today is the first of july and I need to submit my tesis on october 31st (the reason for the 123 days) so the plan is to write a chapter a month or so. I've already organized my schedule so I can create deadlines for myself, take a week off (I don't know if I'll really be completely disconnected or if my computer will go with me) but we'll see and try not stress too much.

I'm a very anxious person and I'm going through a breakup after finishing college and I'm already thinking about doing my internship abroad, it's been a lot, I just can't break now, let's be positive and I'll believe in myself and my abilities! let's do it!!

[stevehenryblogger]

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[awxcoffeexno]

selfish

bf!joel x reader

fic masterlist summary: joel has work. and you miss him.

warnings: angst, so much angst!!!, plenty of pining, both characters are stubborn, there is 0 communication, if only they would just talk to each other!!, but obviously not, why would they do that?, also reader is pregnant (no use of y/n, no outbreak, mild age gap (reader is 23, joel is 28))

word count: just under 1.2k

a/n: this is my first fic on here and idek why i've written this but i'm pining so,, T.T

it's fifteen minutes past 8 and joel is still tapping away on his keyboard, brows furrowed, lower lip between his teeth.

you've only peeked into the room to see if he's finally done, but he isn't. so you walk back out to the living room and pick up the new copy of notes from underground that you bought at the old book shop yesterday.

you'd wanted him to come with you, even told him it would be lovely to have him. but whilst the whole country took the day off for a holiday you don't particularly celebrate, joel was still in your room, still tapping away at his keyboard. with a soft sigh, you had pressed a kiss to his forehead and he'd given you a sheepish smile. I'm sure you'll love it, baby. send me loads of pictures.

so alone you'd gone, sifting through the piles and piles of unsorted books, hoping to find something nice. you'd picked up a small, tattered book about duties of couples in marriage. a wedding present signed off by a distant uncle. giggled at the silly pictures and then put it aside. more unsorted books, several copies of jane eyre, pride and prejudice, a tale of two cities (🤢 you couldn't imagine ever picking that up again, what a terrible piece of prose).

until finally, a copy of notes from underground. fyodor dostoyevsky. you'd always wanted to read dostoyevsky but you'd never considered yourself having enough time or patience for him. deep breath. no better time than the present.

so here you are, curled up in the little nook next to the fire place where only you would think to sit. it's a tight spot but you like it. it's warm and comforting and since you don't have joel's arms, the brick wall will have to do. besides you’ve got olives and vanilla ice cream to keep your cravings at bay so at least there’s that.

you'd spent your day finally getting back to the painting you'd forgotten in the back of the attic last month, followed by work on your dissertation, glancing at your phone every now and then. no messages from joel. so you'd given him a missed call like you always did to catch his attention. 

joel.

hi, baby, need a sec. brb.

and you'd given him a second. ten minutes. twenty. you knew you were being needy but before this god forsaken job you'd spent every day together, curled up in each other. you'd help each other with your assignments, him pressing absent-minded kisses to your shoulders as he flipped through his architecture textbook.

nearly an hour later he'd texted you back. 

hi. sorry. got carried away.

no, it's okay. how are you?

and he'd gone on a rant about work. and you'd listened. and then he was gone again.

even when he came back home, all you'd gotten was a squeeze on the arm, a kiss on the forehead and a meeting, baby. 

you'd wanted to scream. but how selfish would that be? he was working. besides your dissertation was waiting for you, the cursor blinking, jeering at you for leaving it mid word.

and now it is nearly two hours later. you've both eaten dinner in separate rooms and you're reading dostoyevsky.

dostoyevsky. 

the clock is mocking you. tick, tock. 

tick, tock.

tick, tock, you pathetic little bitch. he is working.

tick, tock, look at you! my god. he is working!

tick, tock.

"joel?"

nothing.

"joel!"

"hmm?"

"I'm bored."

he lets out a soft tired chuckle that makes your heart warm. "want me to come dance for you?"

idiot. you tell him as much. 

you get up and tip toe to your room again. "hi."

"hi, sweetheart." his hair is soft and fluffy. you push your fingers through it, watching his eyes flutter shut.

you press a soft kiss to his lips. he smiles.

"do you have any time today?" you ask him, leaning back on your hands.

you really are pathetic. but you miss it. you miss having him all to yourself every night. you miss pressing soft kisses into his jaw without having to worry about his brows furrowing and him apologising because work was demanding his attention. you miss how he'd rub the anxiety away from your chest. didn't matter what the anxiety was about, he'd always take it away from you. and now he can't, because he's always anxious himself. about work. about you. about the baby you had on the way - the baby he was working so hard for.

and you want to be selfish. you want to tell him where it hurts. sometimes you do and you see his guilty little eyes as he looks over at you and tries to take it away. but it doesn't go away anymore. and he feels so fucking guilty about it. and you only add to his stress, and then you're feeling guilty too and it's not good for either of you.

"I'll be free in a bit, sugar. I'll be off at 10. I hope."

but that's not what you want. because once he's off at 10, he'll be tired. and he should rest.

but you're selfish. 

so. "no, like. do you have any time today for me?" you rephrase and watch as his shoulders slack and his eyes darken.

look how sad you've made him. 

"yeah. after 10." he's blunt. cold.

and that's because you know he wants to rest. and he knows he wants to rest. and you've just been selfish again and fuck, he's getting so tired. tired of constantly being pushed to show up. to be there. for work. for you. 

you’d celebrated this job with him, hadn’t you?! made him a little cake and blown up balloons. it was a good job. hard work but it paid so fucking well. the two of you had planned this baby for so long. he’d taken up a diploma so that he wouldn’t have to support you on the wages of a contractor whilst you worked on your masters. but hindsight is 20/20 and you’d much rather have a small house and a tight budget and still have joel than sit in the living room alone, day after day as he worked his ass off trying to do what’s right what any man with self-respect would do.

tears sting your eyes. you miss him. and you're so fucking pathetic, making all of this about you. he notices but doesn't comment because he's done. he's done consoling you about something he is going through too.

but you're selfish. so you stand up and walk out and he's left staring at the ghost of your perfume wondering when something will finally let up. when something will give. when you'll just understand and let him be.

until then he knows that this cycle will repeat every day. because you're selfish. 

not that he'd ever think that. because he's joel and fuck he loves you. 

but you know it. and your clock knows it.

you're selfish. 

--

if you're reading this, thank youu xx maybe I'll write some more. idk, but I hoped you liked it. <3

just migrated from reddit back to tumblr and I didn't realise how much I missed tumblr aaaaaaa

love, d 🖤

[whalesongsblog]

🦋The Princess and the Parselmouth 🦋

Chapter 2: No sweeter innocence

“Are you sure about this, maharaj?” 


The Indian summer was merciless. Blistering heat beat down in sweltering waves on burnt ochre hills dotted with provinces that made up the Surya empire. The palace and its’ fortress sprawled along one of the hilltops, resplendent. Soaring spires scraped the azure blue sky, intricately carved with the ancient history and stories of the sun drenched land. Lofty halls and spectacular architecture made the palace draw eyes to it- an amber jewel set against the cloudless sky.

The faint chatter of people rose on the hot air like the shimmering waves of heat, the scent of spices and flowers carrying on the warm wind.

Raja Ashok Surya Lakshmi folded his hands behind his back as he turned away from the jharokha and faced his advisor, who adjusted his stance slightly.

“Why would I not be, Vikram? Mira is enthusiastic about going to this-“ the king halted slightly, a little smile quirking his lips under the impressive moustache he sported. “-Hogwarts. If she believes it to help her along her journey in magical education, who am I to refuse her? After all, she is the one with those gifts, not I.”

“Maharaj, it might be seen as… a snub to our own esteemed magic institutions if the princess chooses to go to Europe of all places.”

The king paused, sighing softly. A cry of a peacock echoed over the hills.

He remembered, all too well, the day the empire had turned upside down when the young princess discovered her unique abilities. The little five year old was discovered floating a few meters over the floor of her rooms with far too serene a smile on her face. However, it did fall slightly when her mother took one look at her, gave a sharp cry of alarm, and fell into a faint on the spot.

The next few weeks had felt like a bizzare dream. Suddenly, the palace was swarmed by delegations of witches and wizards and all manner of creatures the king had only read about in stories as a young boy. Whether seeking political alliances, offering congratulations on the birth of a magical child, or applying to join the team of magic tutors for the princess, the king had seen enough strangeness in those weeks and the subsequent sixteen years that he did not bat an eyelash anymore when his daughter amused her brothers by turning their swords into frogs.

A number of rude awakenings were dropped on him, on his court and family like cannons, unforgiving and rapid.

Magic existed, and his little girl was special.

There was a whole world of people just like her out there, many of whom lived in his own empire, under his own nose.

And now, he had an entire new community of people to balance.

“She completed her undergraduate degree at a Suryan institution.” The king pointed out. “And all her education so far has been in this country, in this empire. If she wants to travel, I would not wish to stop her, Vikram. Besides, her mother has already conceded, and I doubt I can stand against that.”

“No, maharaj.” Amusement colored the royal advisor’s voice. “No, I don’t think you could.” He sighed, looking out over the sun-baked hills. “Very well. The princess will complete her higher education in Scotland, and obtain her Master’s degree at-“ he paused, looking at the king again. “What was the name of the school, again?” 

“Hogwarts.” The king replied, sounding as if he could hardly say the words coming out of his mouth with a straight face. “Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

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Sebastian Sallow did not enjoy distractions, and did not appreciate the assesment that it was because he was too prone to being consumed by them.

Sure, his brain was usually firing off in a thousand different directions like a Zonko’s cracker, but every sizzling ember could be traced down to a handful of rock- solid objectives. In the past few years, most of them had melted away- with the exception of his dissertation and dueling club- and took a back burner for the one that constantly plagued him.

Ridding his sister of her… affliction spun around and around his head- a persistent, all consuming mantra he had no choice or desire to disobey.

All that to say, he despised distractions and therefore was adept at recognizing them.

And it was a damn shame that the distraction led into the Slytherin dungeons by two aurors was such a lovely one.

The young woman casting her fascinated gaze around the space was tall- a vision of earth- brown skin and raven hair that fell down her back in a thick braid adorned with jasmine flowers.

A silver circlet sat on her head, accenting the regal edge of her features. She was draped in a shimmering, ocean blue sari bordered in gold accents, the fabric almost shifting around her like waves. It didn’t take a genius to guess that the embroidery was hand stitched and expensive.

She lfited her chin slightly, thick brows and thicker lashes framing a pair of honey hued eyes and Sebastian found himself walking forwards, blinking slightly as if he’d looked at the sun for too long.

He did not enjoy distractions.

And he hated being consumed by them.

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Sometimes, it felt like being stuck in quicksand.

Like he was clawing and fighting to get out and really, it was all for naught because the more he fought, the more he just got dragged down, and down, and down.

Ominis Gaunt was drowning and at this point, he wondered what the harm was in just allowing the waves to take him. To let the ice-touched undertow carry him along into whatever deep depths were dragging him under because he knew that even the frigidity of that unknown was more welcoming than the sticky, trapping tar of his family’s legacy.

“We’re at the bottom of the lake, aren’t we?” 

Ominis startled, head tilting, angled towards the voice as it reached out and tugged him from his stupor. His vision, as always, offered him little more than fuzzy light perception and faint blobs of saturated color.


He recognized the voice. The newcomer who had chosen to sit next to him during professor Hecat’s lecture.

“Your highness.” Never one to forget his manners, Ominis stood from the velvety sofa he’d been sitting in and gave a short bow. “My apologies, you caught me off guard.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry- I did not mean to startle you, and you really don’t have to do that- though I must say, your posture was perfect. Please, call me Mira. Or Miradevi, if I happen to be in trouble.”

A jingle of bangles alerted him to the fact that the princess was probably waving his gesture off with an embarrased sort of wave.

Blue-green hues of light fell into the large space of the common room, shifting with the current, the tall algae swaying and cutting in and out of the pale sunlight filtering through the water.


“I sat next to you in class earlier but I did not catch your name. I must admit, it was a bit of a lapse in my manners.” Mira laughed softly, a little sheepish. “I was slightly overwhelmed. But you are-?” 

“Ominis Gaunt. Welcome to Hogwarts, princess. Do let me know if I can be of any assistance as you assimilate here.” He paused. “It is an extremely safe location, and any threat to you would undoubtedly be swiftly dealt with. The professors here are quite formidable, and the protective enchanments around the castle even more so.”

He did not know why he added that on. Well, she was quite possibly one of the most high- profile students Hogwarts had seen but something about the idea of her potentially being in harms way latched onto his soul and burrowed in like a burn he could not soothe.

“Concerned for my safety already, Ominis Gaunt?” The princess teased, her bangles jingling as she leaned against the arm of the sofa. Ominis could hear the little grin in her words. “The tales of British gallantry are not at all exaggerated, it seems.”

His ears were aflame as he tried to say something witty in response.

Ominis Gaunt was drowning.

But suddenly, the deep, dark depths did not seem so forbidding.

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Miradevi frowned slightly, shutting the heavy tome she was scanning through, setting aside her parchment and pencil- since she staunchly refused to waste time by writing with a quill.

Rain pelted against the tall windows of the empty classroom the three of them had sequestered themselves into in a fruitless attempt to study. It was too grey, and even the lit braziers along the walls did little to bring warmth into the cold flagstones.

Her two companions- her new friends, she thought with a little spark of delight- sat with her, one sprawled on the floor, the other at a desk. 

“Put off by the delightful European weather, princess?” Sebastian asked lightly, not looking up from the notes he was scribbling, eyes fixed on the cramped writing of the book he was transcribing from. “Must be different from what you’re used to, I imagine.” 

There was a soft huff from where Ominis sat. The aristocrat readjusted his fingertips on the raised dots along the sheaf of papers in hand, trying to find the spot where he’d left off, but his ears were keenly attuned to the lilting, heavy accent of his new…

friend.

“Well, the desert can get quite cold at night, especially during the winter months, but this constant barrage of drizzle is…” Mira trailed off, casting an uncertain glance at the windows. “Unique.”

Sebastian grinned at her persistence politness. “You won’t offend us, your highness. You can say that the weather is bloody miserable.” 


“I believe in seeing the joy in even the most dreary of situations.” Mira replied, grinning. “Here, speaking of dreary situations-“ she turned the book slightly, looking between the two young men. “Your goverment system is in complete shambles, if you don’t mind my saying. I’ve seen bones that are less fractured than the society here.”

There was a snort of laughter that surprisingly came from Ominis. He tilted his head, indicating that Mira should continue speaking. “Please elaborate, my princess.”

“Well for one, the judicial system makes no sense. The Wizengamot seems to be the highest legislative body, yet a majority of its’ fifty members are predominantly senior members of pureblood families.” She gave a significant look to the two of them over the rim of the tome. “Misrepresentation of the actual population of the wizarding community which, according to this very outdated census-“ she produced a folder from her colorful satchel- “is around 63% muggleborn or halfblood-“

Ominis had to remind himself to breathe, and it was slightly shaky. Her voice had pitched slightly lower, the inflection steady and self assured, like she was about to speak in front of a crowd of thousands.

“Merlin.” Sebastian whistled softly, reaching for the folder. “What dusty corner of the Archives did you crawl into to get your hands on this?”

“The dustiest.” Miradevi said with a slight shudder. “I made good friends with a family of spiders. And then there’s the issue with nonhuman magic beings .” 

“And what’s that?” Sebastian leaned back, amused.

“Well, there was an article about a goblin uprising, or some sort of rebellion, and I looked a little bit into the history of wizard-goblin relationships or.. well, lack thereof, really, and it’s interesting. There are laws preventing them from carrying wands, which-“

“Mira.” 

The princess paused, startled by the warning note in Ominis’ voice. She looked up, brows raised.

Sebastian was looking at her strangely.

His chestnut brown eyes were slightly dark as he looked at her, but he waved his friend’s words off.

“Don’t interrupt, Ominis.” He said, his gaze fixed on her. “Let the princess finish.” 

“I was- I was just going to say that it seems like squashing the rebellion is a superficial solution to a deeper issue.” Mira pointed out. “Clearly, there is discontent in the goblin community-“ 

Sebastian stood, sudden. His jaw was clenched and Miradevi realized she had certainly put her foot in it somehow. 

“Allow me to give you some advice, princess.” He hissed softly. “I would not come swanning in from a different country and start casting judgement on how things are run here.” 

“Sebastian.” Ominis stood, lips slightly curled in a snarl. “Enough. She doesn’t know-“ 

“Exactly. She does not know, so perhaps she should not speak on things she is unaware of. Royalty or not. Excuse me.”

Mira stared at the door of the classroom that was slammed in the wake of Sebastian’s abrupt departure, her ears burning. She turned to Ominis, not speaking for a moment.

His ice-chip blue eyes were fixed in the general direction of the door, fists clenching and unclenching, before he turned slightly, looking off to a direction vaguely at her left.

“He-“ Ominis began, suddenly sounding very tired. “It’s a sensitive subject.”


“I gathered.”

There was an uncomfortable pause.

“I can… get too caught up in politics without considering that people have their own biases.” Miradevi said, hesitant. “When you are partially responsible for the smooth running of an empire, taking every single individuals’ emotions into consideration is difficult, and sometimes I can… get carried away by what I believe to be just.”

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Ominis had never met anyone like her, that was for certain. There was something about her voice, something so unabashedly open about everything she said, every emotion dredged from her heart and woven into each syllable she spoke.

She was genuine in a way that only someone who had never been hurt a day in their lives could be.

And whether that scared him or endeared her impossibly more to him, Ominis found that he was just dragged further into the princess’s magnetic gravitational pull.

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“And what is this supposed to be?” 


Mira shifted slightly, not used to such hostility, especially after being surrounded by nothing but adoration and love from her people, her family, the myriad of advisors and court officials and tutors- even from her peers in school and college. 

“It’s supposed to be an olive branch. I’m sorry for… clearly touching a nerve.” 


Sebastian cast an unsure look at her, before ripping off the horribly wrapped paper. Revealing the title of the book, his jaw slackened. 
“How did you-“ he looked up at her, voice slightly weak. “This is- this is ancient, how on earth did you-?”


Mira grinned. Success.

“You enjoy studying arcane magic, so I wrote home to my baba and asked for something from the royal library you may enjoy.” Her grin faded slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t consider that the politics of this goblin situation is not something I should speak on without knowing about it in its entirety.”

Sebastian softened. “It’s not your fault. And it’s-“ he huffed, running a hand through his hair, and he seemed pained by his next words. “It’s not all of them, I’ll admit. But Ranrok and his loyalists are pure evil and far from innocent.” He looked at her. “I’ll.. tell you about it, one of these days. In the meantime, I think I have some reading to do.” He grinned at her and stood, going in for a tentative hug. 
“Thank you, princess.”

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There was a hysterical sort of bliss in the moments after waking from a nightmare.

The sudden, blessed relief that none of it was real, that it was just his traitorous brain weaving a tattered tapestry of the worst moments in his memory, breathing new life into it.

Ominis practically threw the sheets off himself, sitting up in his bed. His fingers instinctively went for his wand on the bedside table, a quick albiet shaky flick sending that familiar thrum of magic along his arm, opening up the world around him. Shapes and structures materialized from his blurry, dim surroundings as he swung his legs off the bed and stood.

The graduate students’ wing of the castle was silent, unusually so.

Following the pulse of his wand, Ominis made his way through the familiar halls, past the rushing waterfall and into the commons.

I will not have a cotton spined fool for a son. Cast it, or face the consequence.

Cast the spell, Ominis.

Cast the bloody curse. Are you a Gaunt or not?

This family will not have a blood traitor under its’ roof. Cast the c-

“Ominis! I wasn’t expecting company at this hour.”

His head snapped up, a wavering exhale leaving his lips.

“Mira.”

Miradevi stood quickly from her comfortable position sprawled out in front of the fireplace. She was wearing the thickest, fluffiest pair of sleepwear she had, her thick black hair falling openly over her shoulders, down her back. “I think my body still thinks its’ in India.” She grinned. “Hence why I’m up like an owl. Tell me why you’re awake at such an ungodly hour.” 

“Nightmares.” 
The answer spilled from his lips without hesitation, and he mentally berated himself for it.


“Nasty things.” Miradevi said sagely, completely unpeturbed. “I had a horrible nightmare once and refused to sleep for nearly a day straight after that. I consumed my body’s weight in caffeine to keep myself awake and drove my brothers mad.”

“You have brothers?” Ominis felt around for the edge of the sofa and sat down. Mira went back to her spot in front of the fireplace and he could just vaguely make out her completely blurry figure backlit by blobs of pale yellows and orange.

“Two. Arjun and Bharat, both older than me and both insufferable about it. Arjun is the eldest and the crown prince of the empire.”

“Ah, you’re the baby of the family.” Ominis said softly, leaning forwards, his elbows resting on his knees.

Mira titled her head slightly, her gaze darting over him. She’d never seen someone so lovely in her life, and found herself shuffling forwards slightly. “And the only daughter. Talk about being sheltered. Anyway-“ she cast her gaze around, convinced that the heat on her face was from the fire. “Your nightmare must have been bad to disturb you awake. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“… One day, princess. For now, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing?”

“Oh-“ Mira huffed a soft laugh. “Writing a speech. Arjun is addressing the nation in a few days and enlisted my help to write it. As if I don’t have enough on my plate, I told him. But-“ she sighed theatrically. “My duty is to my people, first and foremost.”

His nightmare was already fleeing to the recesses of his subconscious mind, consumed by its dark corners and swallowed up, poised to be nothing more than a fleeting, bad memory. 
Ominis slipped off the couch and sat beside the princess on the plush, carpeted floor, smiling. “How very irresponsible.” He teased. “The crown prince, outsourcing his royal duties to his little sister.”

His heart lurched at Mira’s delighted laugh.

“What is the speech about?” Ominis leaned closer, his voice soft.


“I’m so glad you asked.” He heard a shuffling of papers, and the enthusiasm in Mira’s tone. “Prepare to be bored out of your wits.”

Ominis grinned. “I would love nothing more, my princess.”

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AN: thank you for reading!! So just to clear a quick thing up: in this universe, hogwarts also has higher education. Ominis and Sebastian are working on their phDs, while Mira is doing her Masters.

A few quick translations! Maharaj/ maharani are royal titles in Hindi, meaning king and queen, respectively. A jharokha is a type of shuttered window. I also recommend looking at photos of palaces in Rajasthan to get a sense of the architecture. It’s super beautiful!

I’m having so much fun writing this 😭🫶🏾 I hope y’all enjoy!

[doreminimi]

I know it has been a few months, but I have been a bit busy with my academics and finishing up my dissertation, but now that I have finally finished everything I can come back to writing! Currently have a writing in the works which should be finished within a few more days! Can’t wait to publish it for everyone’s reading ♡

UPCOMING WORK

Lost in Translation: Fated Encounters

Genre: Neighbours to Lovers

Pairing: Yuki Ishikawa x Exchange Student Reader

Word Count: 8,253 (with epilogue)

Synopsis: An architectural exchange student from Japan finds herself in a bind when a service repairman arrives at her apartment in Perugia, Italy, but doesn’t speak a word of Italian. Amidst the chaos and miscommunication, her friendly neighbor, Yuki Ishikawa, steps in to help. His fluent Italian and kind demeanor break the ice, sparking an unexpected friendship between the two, maybe even leading to something more.

[totallyhussein-blog]

Lawrence of Arabia. The man, the myth and the facts

Few British soldiers have a greater legend attached to them than Colonel TE Lawrence - better known as Lawrence of Arabia. His military and diplomatic efforts have drawn some distinction.

But it is Lawrence’s immense cultural impact in the century since his First World War exploits that has attracted the most attention.

Thomas Edward Lawrence was born in Tremadog, Wales on 16th August 1888. From a young age he exhibited an active interest in architecture, monuments and antiquities.

Between 1907 and 1910, Lawrence studied History at Jesus College, Oxford. During this time, he toured France by bicycle, collecting photographs, drawings and measurements of medieval castles.

This would form the basis of his dissertation. In 1909, he completed a remarkable solo 1,000-mile trek through Ottoman Syria visiting Crusader castles.

Following his studies, Lawrence became an archaeologist. He worked in Egypt, Palestine and Syria, at that time all part of the Ottoman Empire.

This first-hand knowledge and experience earned him a posting to Cairo after he enlisted in the British Army in October 1914. He served in the intelligence staff of the British Middle East Command in the First World War campaign against the Turks.

Seven Pillars of Wisdom is a biographical account of T.E. Lawrence's experiences during the Arab Revolt of 1916–18, when he was based in Wadi Rum (now a part of Jordan) as a member of the British Forces.

With the support of Emir Faisal and his tribesmen, he helped organize and carry out attacks on the Ottoman forces from Aqaba in the south to Damascus in the north. You can also listen to Seven Pillars of Wisdom on Audible.

[thatfrenchacademic]

do you have any advice for someone going into writing their bachelor's thesis? I'm having trouble pinning down a topic that seems manageable.

Hello!

This will be highly field dependent, so my advice will be most relevant for social sciences and humanities - anyone from STEM, fell free to chip in as well!

Let's see, if a student came in at office hours and asked me this, I would probably break it down like this :

Get familiar with the expectations

A thesis the first big, semi-independent work you will have to conduct, so it's uncharted territory. Get rid of the anxiety by looking again, and again, and again, at any guidelines set by your course director, school, college. How long is it supposed to be ? Is there a set structure ? Is there a first draft due before the final draft ?

Look at dissertation from previous years! Ideally, find at least 3 so you can have an idea of how diverse the work can be.

2. Talk to your supervisor

And don't bullshit your way into impressing them. If you are absolutely lost - tell them. If you already have an idea - tell them. If you hesitate before three topics - tell them. That first meeting is where you lay down all the ground work. In all likelihood your supervisor barely knows you, so give them something to work with !They want you to do well!

3. Start broad, then narrow it down, narrow it down, narrow it down

"Pinning down a topic" is an iterative process, but the good part is that it's also an introspective one, in my opinion. It's the art of peeling back layers to figure out what, EXACTLY, is it that you want to know.

For example: let's say you want to broadly talk about accessibility in higher education. Ok, great ! But what exactly, is it that makes it interesting to you ? Have a sit down with yourself. Are you wondering how higher education defines disability ? Or is it about how disability impacts entrance into higher education ? Or specifically access to teaching resources ? It could be about the architecture and physical design of campus spaces, or it could be about the lived experience of disabled students ?

Some of these you will not be that interested in, some of them you are interested in but not in an "academic" sense, ... so you can start to narrow it down. Some you may already have a vague answer in your mind, so then you play the three year old toddler with your self, by asking "but why", "but why" until you feel like you have reached the real crux of the issue.

Throughout this process, you can 1) take peaks are the relevant literature to help you move the thought process along and 2) talk with your supervisor so they can steer you in a productive direction.

Because...

4. You are looking for a Good Bachelors Dissertation Now (TM).

Broadly this is what you want to keep in mind :

A good bachelors dissertation for you, with this supervisor is not a good PhD dissertation, not a dissertation that would be great with another supervisor, not a dissertation that doesn't fit your degree... It is good in its context, and that context is :

you + your supervisor + now

Don't feel disappointed or frustrated if you are steered in a slightly different direction - it may be one where your supervisor can actually help you better. Or if you are asked to downscale or scope down: better a narrower dissertation where all is properly covered than a too ambitious one that you will not able to carry out properly give the limits of the format.

Hope that helps!

[germanpostwarmodern]

Still the most comprehensive study of Willem Dudok’s life and work is Herman van Bergeijk’s monograph „Willem Marinus Dudok: Architekt-Stadtplaner 1884-1974“, published by Wiese Verlag in 1995. Between 1915 and 1954 Willem Dudok was the city architect of Hilversum, the Netherlands, and over the course of these roughly 40 years had a lasting impact on Hilversum’s architectural appearance. But while his Town Hall is a globally received example of Dutch modern architecture the majority of Dudok’s work is way lesser known (even to me). But as van Bergeijk shows in his dissertation there is quite a lot to discover: before becoming City Architect of Hilversum Dudok spent a considerable number of years in the Dutch military where he also received his training in engineering and architecture and closely followed the example of H.P. Berlage’s architecture. Van Bergeijk in a chronological fashion takes the reader through the architect’s major building tasks and different career levels and carves out the undogmatic modernism of Dudok: while his works through the 1930s are characterized by an interesting amalgamation of expressive and streamlined modern architecture his later works lean towards the latter. It is especially these later phases that have received little attention and which Van Bergeijk presents as equally relevant. With the help of the very comprehensive work catalogue (that takes up roughly two thirds of the book) one can really appreciate the entirety of Dudok’s work that goes well beyond the borders of Hilversum. The only downside of the book is its somewhat bumpy translation (probably should have gotten the Dutch original) that at times clouds the reading pleasure. If you’re interested in Dudok but don’t want to buy the book I highly recommend visiting dudok.org, a website presenting both the architect and the human being Willem Marinus Dudok as well as his influence on architecture in general.

[astralsi]

hello, elli! how are you doing? i'm always very impressed by your builds, you seem to craft them very carefully and you definitely have an amazing eye for detail. there's lots of small touches that make them feel alive/realistic and they have a warm atmosphere that really appeals to me. because of that, i'd like to ask you if you have any tips when it comes to building and finding inspiration. oh, i almost forgot, i'd love to have your last builds and its residents when you reach the milestone!

Hiya!! this is such a sweet ask and the ideas are brewing in my head so you get a dissertation under the cut :D (ps ily you made my day HEHE)

ALRIGHT! so first of all a little context, i've been building since i got the sims 3 alll the way back in 2011. i think. i was 7, couldn't speak or even understand english yet and my game was stuck in it so for a very long time i was just doing whatever and most of the time it.... sucked! I got the sims 4 back in 2014 with the mac release, and back in the day the build mode was revolutionary so i spent a lot of my time in there. For me building is fun, i know a lot of people who see it as frustrating and timeconsuming and while it can be- it can also be very enjoyable in the right setting.

first of all, style changes a lot and my builds look different every year! the style i've been building in now only really started in 2021/2022 with this build:

now for some tips:

there's a lot of ways to get inspiration, but my favourite and most useful is pinterest! i have a board full of exterior and interior designs, some i use for vibes and others i follow very closely, i find using references (just like you might for sims) helps a ton when trying to build something realistic. Also think magazines like architectural digest, design blogs on tumblr, youtube home viewings, other video games, tv shows etc. When i'm building for DFM i like to keep Stranger Things, Gone Home and Bones And All in mind as inspiration, and when i build the house in this post for @literalite's Dgwicf i referenced the house from Bosch.

Along with that comes inspo from other builders on Simblr. Go and look at your fav builds, what makes them stand out to you? how can you incorporate that into your own builds? what do you need to be able to do that? One thing i did a lot while learning was watching speed builds; and i mean the REAL kind not the stop motion ones despite them being weirdly satisfying lmao. Ones with a good voiceover help too. Seeing someone actually build makes it a lot easier to figure out more complicated building styles.

One thing i like to do is to build through storytelling. I personally mostly build for sets, so then i like to consider what the viewer needs to see to be able to understand a character without having to know them, where you are/live says a lot about you! But for gameplay it works similarly. Ask yourself questions; who lives here, what is this lot used for, how much money do they have, where is this set, does this match the rest of the neighbourhood/town. If building many lots for something like a story or save file, i like to make a pinterest board for the town vibes too.

Technically, i think there's two main tips for making a build look nice in this specific style. Landscaping and Clutter! i actually think landscaping is the most important part of building as it ties the entire thing together; even if its just three trees in a planter pot. Don't forget about terrain painting either! this one's hard to learn if you never do it but i'd say start out with the softest but largest brush option and kind of airbrush some dirt/gravel around the lot and add a little extra dirt underneath houses and roads. Last tip; if you struggle with roofing there's lots of tutorials on youtube, or you could just choose builds that have less roofs.

i have no idea how to explain how to clutter but you could walk around your house to look for stuff you'd normally clean up if someone would come over. add that into your build :) think trash, laundry, study materials, craft projects, little random nicknacks, cooking supplies, etc. sometimes i go through my clutter folders and just put everything i want to use in one room and distribute it later once the furniture is in!

so uhmmm,,, i hope this was helpful lemme know!! have fun building and don't forget to take snack breaks... sugar helps hehe

[nymusings]

hii there! you may have moved away, but as someone who really wants to study at the uni of edinburgh, i’m wondering — what’s it like there, did you enjoy it? i’m also a tumblr user, and want to study eng/hist, so your blog has been so interesting to look at:D

hiya! i still live here (and will be living in edinburgh indefinitely :) )

life at the university is kind of wild right now, I won't lie lmao. There's a lot going on politically within the uni at the moment, with gender liberation (especially trans rights, which sucks for me as a trans person), cost of living, a housing crisis and calls for the president of the university to step down due to raising tuition costs/underpaying staff/overcrowding courses and classrooms while simultaneously making about £43,000 more than he made last year (A HELL OF A LOT AND ALSO WAY TOO MUCH) while everyone else suffers. There is also a major class divide, but there's a society founded to combat that and a lot of resources for people from lower incomes (like myself) which are helpful. Timetabling and assessment feedback also suck but honestly the previously mentioned stuff is far worse.

But on more positive notes:

The social aspect of university is amazing. Even if you don't find clubbing to be your thing, there's plenty to do with societies and you'll meet people on your course quickly in your tutorials and if they're decent people you'll likely become quick friends. Memberships for societies range from £3-£10 for most, but some do exceed (if they expectedly need more money to run (ie. sports societies), and most host at least 1 activity a week (usually at 4 or 6-ish PM).

During freshers' there's a ton of things to do both in and out of the uni as well. Societies will host multiple events a week; taster sessions, tryouts, tours, etc. If you're into clubbing, then clubs also have student special events for the week. St James Shopping Centre also hosted a student-only shopping night which was....... an event.

As for classes, as I mentioned timetabling is often quite shit (I have 6hrs straight of classes on a friday...), but the classes themselves are pretty much everything you would expect from a university level class. People sit and type away (which will gradually decrease over the semesters....) and no one talks to each other (which will also change). I'm assuming you want to do English Literature and not English Language? It is called Literary Studies in first year, and I am doing it as an elective right now. I 2nd year you can choose to do English or Scottish Literature (or both). In the first semester, you will write 2 essays: one on a poem and another on a scene from a piece of drama. Most likely you will pick from these plays:

A Doll's House

Macbeth

It's True, It's True, It's True

Content warnings are given by the lecturers before a lecture is to be held, and accommodations are given if need be.

In semester 2 the focus is on prose, so novels, short stories, etc. We are studying:

The Private Memoirs and Confessions of A Justified Sinner (my fav <3)

Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi

Gun Island by Amitav Ghosh

Silas Marner by George Eliott

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Again, content warnings are given and accommodations made if needed. There's still 2 essays, but one is on an except and another is a short dissertation comparing 2 of the novels.

As for the city itself, it is fucking gorgeous. It is so easily walkable, and even if you don't want to/can't walk far, the busses are fantastic and can get you anywhere in about 20 minutes max. Holyrood park is gorgeous, especially at the summit of Arthur's seat. The majority of the architecture is Victorian and older (dating back as far as the 13th century, I believe? Idk im not a historian) which gives the whole city, especially Old Town, a certain charm. There's plenty of "aesthetic" spots, coffee shops, photo ops, etc. Plenty of crows abound for that extra gothic factor. If you want to see a lot of greenery other than Holyrood park then I'm afraid you will have to move quite far out -- it is a very compact city. There's a lot of museums and artsy places, too. Something for everyone! My only complaint is the amount of construction going on at the minute, but I understand it is completely necessary to maintain the old and fragile architecture. I would like to be able to see over North Bridge and walk down George IV Bridge undisturbed tho :/

Other random bits of info:

If you want a job, apply in November (December latest)

STAY AWAY FROM HIVE AT ALL COSTS

Flat searching is far too stressful, but start doing it early.

(Or you could apply to the Student Housing Co-op.... but you didn't hear that from me... (im gatekeeping))

Pollock Halls is very culty. Just learn how to cook and go to literally anywhere else

Except Kincaid's if you don't like clubbing

Baristo's coffee is the cheapest of all the on-campus cafes

Most of your classes will be in either 50 or 40 George Square. They like to trick you into thinking they're 2 separate buildings but they are actually connected by a downstairs study space/cafe

You will not find a seat in the Library past 11AM. Best find somewhere else to go early on in the year

Get Lidl plus on your phone

There will often be times you wished you had a camera on you. Learn to be in the moment and appreciate it there and then instead

So far though, I am enjoying myself. However, I am procrastinating 2 essays and should have been studying these past 3 hours but it's so fine :):):)

[brainjuicey]

I didn't live this life to get a point in architecture 'school' where the head lecturer yells for 2.5 hrs about how our year is the worst he's ever seen and there's not any star pupils for him to recommend for jobs, and obviously if we don't make a lot of money and move to new York then what's it all for (for him)????

the fact that he is in control of my education and dissertations for the next 2 years isn't ok

he's not helping me, if anything this goes against what I'm trying to learn, so why am I here? I don't want modernist theory and photoshop, I want to build something for people to enjoy

I want to get out of this school, it's not what I thought it was

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