#i got a c in my psychology exam

[fa1ryyz]

i used to be smart i don’t know what the fuck happened to me

[xotaemintol]

(18+COLLEGE AU) PARK JISUNG X FEM BLACK READER: Unravel Me (part.1)

☘︎ “the sun will be shining the flowers still are blooming, then leaves will turn again, but time will be frozen for us.”☘︎

Plot: You and Jisung are college students and after becoming partners for a project in your psychology class you finally get the chance to talk to each other. (Romantic slow burn, includes fluff, smut, and slight drama) PART: 1/5 (word count: 3317) RATING: 18+ semi slow burn (yes there will be smut) Pronouns used: SHE/HER TWS: NONE

You walked through the halls with your laptop tucked underneath your arm and your phone in your hand. You had another twenty minutes before your last lecture of the day started, but you wanted to get there quickly. You needed to speak to your professor about the paper you submitted last night. You sent him an email about it, but he didn't respond and the paper was worth more than 20% of your grade for this semester. You refused to let the simple mistake of forgetting to put it in the correct formatting ruin your current grade—especially since you need this class to graduate. So you power-walked through the halls hoping you'd be the first in the lecture hall. When you saw that his door was still closed, you smiled and ran the rest of the way—pulling the heavy door open happily and sighing in relief when you saw it was just him.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/LN. You're quite early today, aren't you?" Said Dr. Lee in a cheerful and surprised tone; you laughed a little as you closed the heavy door carefully and rushed to his desk, "Sorry, I just needed to ask you about my paper," You responded, "I made a mistake, and the formatting got ruined as I was submitting it, is there any way I could resubmit it after the lecture?" Dr. Lee, with the sleeves of his gray sweater rolled up and his medium-length black hair just as unruly—yet neat as always paused for a moment, tapping the pen between his fingers on the his large wooden desk as he lowered his gaze at what seemed to be an endless stack of ungraded papers from the last written exam. Dr. Lee has always been your most relaxed and easygoing professor; if not for him being married with his looks, he'd be more popular amongst the horny college girls trying their hardest to pass with a easy C- if not for this. But, luckily for them—but mostly himself, he's always lenient.

"Well, Y/N, you know I have a lot to do today," He said with a slight gesture to the papers in front of him, "So I probably won't get around to grading those essays at all this week, so I'll do you a favor today." His response made you smile. You knew you didn't have to worry; you couldn't be more relieved if you tried. "Ahhh! Thank you, Dr. Lee! I'll get it resubmitted as soon as I get to my dorm!" As he nodded and laughed, you began to rush to your desk in celebration, but before you could sit down, he stopped you, saying: "Y/N, do you think since I've done you a favor, you could do me one?" You immediately turned around to him with wide eyes, your mind dove straight into the gutters as he stood up and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his cozy gray sweats; he walked around his desk and leaned against it, crossing his leg over the other as he waited for your response. Nervously, you said, "Uh...well, I wouldn't mind," as you hoped that he wasn't saying what you were thinking. Your response made him smile widely; pulling his hands out of his pockets, he clapped them together loudly and stood straight, saying: "Great! Come over here for a second."

You looked around the lecture room nervously as he rushed back to his desk, feeling a little uneasy as you slowly approached him. Dr. Lee said jokingly, "Come on, hurry it up, Ms. Y/N." You took a deep breath and returned to his desk, standing at the side of him nervously as you awaited what he'd do or say next. "Do you know Park Jisung?" His question caught you off guard, and you were so shocked that you thought you misheard him for a second—why was he asking you about Jisung? You've never spoken to him once, and it's not like you could anyway. You only have this one class with him, and he's always quiet unless he has to speak. Sometimes, you see him when you're eating lunch or at the library; you've caught him at the gym once or twice, but you've never actually spoken. And it's not just you; he doesn't talk to anyone except his dorm mates—even though he doesn't speak to anyone, he's at the center of every girl's conversation. Every girl you've been friends with has had a crush on him, he even gets baked goods, cards, chocolates, and flowers well after Valentine's Day. Almost every girl has his birthday memorized, and they regularly give him gifts on his birthday. You think it's a little much, but you can't judge, despite your lack of gift-giving and interest in attempting to strike up a conversation with him—you have a crush on him too.

But still, you couldn't figure out why he was asking you about him. "Of course I do. We don't talk, but I've seen him around.” You said, “why?" Dr. Lee sighed and peeked over your shoulder to look at the door, "I figured..." Dr. Lee rolled his eyes and leaned against his black swivel seat as he thought carefully about what to say next. "I'm sorry, but is something wrong?" You asked, "Is he okay?" He looked at you with raised eyebrows and laughed a little. "He's fine, I was just asking." You nodded, feeling confused and intrigued, but decided not to question him any further; you didn't know why he'd think you and Jisung were friends to begin with, so you brushed it off and once again began to walk to your seat. "Oh, one last thing, Y/N." You turned your head to him and raised your eyebrows as you softly hummed, "Do you think Jisung is attractive?" Your eyes went wide as you stared at him with a baffled expression. "You can be honest. You don't have a boyfriend, and Jisung is attractive to you, right?" Feeling embarrassed and confused, you nervously laughed and nodded a little.

He's not wrong—Jisung is extremely attractive, he's quiet, intelligent, tall, and shy, and you've heard he's a fantastic dancer. "I mean...yeah? But why are you asking?" Dr. Lee nodded and grinned, saying a quick "No reason." Before getting up to open his door, signifying that it was now the five-minute mark. Going up to the top row, you sit your laptop down and plug up your phone, waiting for the room to fill with its usual faces before class starts. One by one, people entered and sat in their regular seats.

At this point, you would've been running down the halls to make it before the door closed so you wouldn't have seen Jisung walking in with his headphones and round, frameless glasses sitting on his nose. You smiled a little as you looked at him, reflecting on your conversation with Dr. Lee made want to laugh, he had hit the nail on the head perfectly about you finding Jisung attractive—his pretty, plump, and full lips fit his face perfectly, his nose just as gorgeous as his eyes and it makes him completely irresistible. His outfits always make you think of what type of boyfriend he'd be.

He always dresses casually, but he makes it look so good. Today was no different either. His black turtleneck and matching black pants that fit him just right looked unbelievably comfortable and warm. Even though you were far away, he looked like he smelled so good, and the thought alone gave you butterflies. As you continued to stare, he sat down and placed his heavy-looking bag on the floor; he turned to the side and reached down to go through it, you thought it was a little odd but cute—as he continued to go through his bag you watched with a slight smile. But your smile quickly faded, and your eyes darted away as he suddenly looked directly at you. Maybe you were staring a little too much? You thought that he must've felt your eyes on him or that he had noticed from the corner of his eye, so you decided to stop staring—you didn't want him to think you were some weirdo. As the last person comes in, the door is closed, and like always, Dr. Lee begins his long, playful good afternoon ramble. Usually, you listen closely, but no matter how much you try to immerse yourself, your mind drifts, staring blankly ahead with Jisung at the front of your brain.

You grin a little as you imagine what talking to him would be like; he's never occupied your mind so much before, but now you can't stop thinking about him. And you were so entertained by the thought of him that you didn't even notice Dr. Lee calling you until someone beside you tapped your shoulder. "Ms. Y/N, are you feeling okay?" Dr. Lee asked; you looked at him confused as you sat up in your seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the amount of attention on you, "I'm fine, sorry, I was just a little distracted." You answered awkwardly; for some reason, instead of brushing it off and kindly reminding you to pay attention, he shook his head and clicked his tongue in disappointment, "Y/N, do me a favor and come sit down here," He said, "I need you paying attention, this lesson is imperative for your final grades and so I want everyone to pay close attention." You looked at him even more confused than before; he had never made anyone move when they weren't paying attention—granted, it's not often that someone is very blatantly ignoring him, but still, it was shocking that he was making you sit closer as if you were failing his class. But without a fight, you nodded to save yourself the embarrassment, and starting moving down to the second row.

But as you reached the fourth row he stopped you Dr. Lee stopped you and said "Actually, could you sit beside Jisung?" You stopped and looked at him him; strangely, Dr. Lee was grinning as if he had told a joke that only he was in on. "You don't mind, right, Mr. Park?" This time, you looked at Jisung, who sat motionless with his eyes looking straight ahead as he shook his head, "Great, please take a seat, Y/N." Your stomach felt so uneasy as you reached the only empty section. Of course, no one else would be sitting near him in the fourth row; he always sits right underneath the air vents and right beside the window—plus, they keep a distance so they don't seem like weirdos, so as you sat down beside him you prayed that it wouldn't get awkward. Even though you don't talk, you don't want to ruin your chance to be friends with him.

"Thank you, now! Let's move on to our next subject; seeing that this is psychology and can get a little dark sometimes, I thought we should talk about something pleasant." As you glance at Jisung from the corner of your eye, you notice that he's also sneaking a glance at you, and the moment you see him, he quickly looks away, and his cheeks begin to turn pink slowly; unfortunately for you, this causes an eruption of butterflies and endless swirls in your stomach. "Today, I want to talk about the beauty of love; how many of you have been in love before? Raise your hands." As a few hands raise, you look back at Dr. Lee, and he's looking right at the two of you, "Jisung? Y/N? You two have never been in love before?" He asked with a slight laugh and his hand raised, "Don't be shy, I know one of you has," from the corner of your eye, you notice Jisung raise his hand; this makes Dr. Lee smile even more, "Y/N?" Sighing, you raise your hand and play into his little game, but once again, your mind starts to drift as you wonder what type of girl Jisung would fall in love with. You never really thought about it, but now, as you imagine it, a girl like him comes to mind.

For a while, there was a rumor that Jisung had a girlfriend because he had become friends with a girl, because she was really pretty everyone swore they had to be dating. You had heard from a friend who heard from a friend, who heard it from a friend, who heard it from some guy who heard it in the men's dorms that Jisung liked her, and that's why he became friends with her. "Amazing, now you all might be wondering why I'm asking this, right?" Dr. Lee pauses, "Well, about 70 percent of people don't end up with the love of their life, and are you curious about why this is?" As Dr. Lee continued to explain, you sat beside Jisung with sweaty palms. Your stomach felt so tight, and the slightly musky scent mixed with a hint of of citrus, Calderwood, and flowers coming from him made that feeling double. He smelt so good that you could start purring. You hadn't noticed how much time had passed until Dr. Lee suddenly clapped his hands loudly and sighed, "As much as I would hate to spring a new project on all of you suddenly, this is worth 40 percent of your grade and it will be your last project of the semester," Taking a deep breathe you focus your attention on him and cross your legs, "But, because I'm so kind I'll make it a group project, you can pick your partner so please do so now and I'll explain the rest." You turned your head to the right, watching as everyone quickly asked their friends to partner with them; everyone was quick to choose a partner they knew could get the job done quickly while you sat awkwardly, waiting for a chance to get up and find a partner yourself.

You were so busy watching everyone else that you didn't notice Jisung looking at you, not seeing how his face turned red as he prepared himself to speak to you. "Uhm, Y/N..." The sound of Jisung's voice almost made you jump, it was so smooth and deep—the soft pulse you felt between your legs made you want to scream. You try your hardest to contain yourself as you turn your head to him; you were surprised to see a pretty, red blush on his face, it only made you swoon even more. As he spoke he didn't altogether avoid making eye contact with you, but he looked in your eyes only a little as he shyly asked. "Uhm, do you want to be my partner?" You couldn't hide your smile as you nodded happily. You could see him trying his hardest not to smile as he looked away and cleared his throat...you never took him as the shy type.

Class was over just as soon as it began and your palms were sweating profusely as you awaited the perfect opportunity to ask Jisung for his number, slowly you collected your belongs and pretended to look for things as he spoke to Dr. Lee—you felt so nervous, despite knowing that he'd say yes you were still so on edge. And when he finally began to walk away from Dr. Lee you were so anxious that you immediately jumped out of your seat and began to rush down the rows of seats, politely saying excuse me to the group of people standing around as you brushed passed them.

But suddenly stopping you Dr. Lee said "Oh, Y/N, I need to talk to you about the paper you submitted." As he walked around his desk.

JISUNG's POV

I sigh as I walk through the loud bustling hall, my phone had died just minutes before class ended so I couldn't put my headphones in to drown out the sound of the unnecessarily loud talking—my best bet was to get back to my dorm as fast as possible to avoid the usual stares and unsolicited flirting. It would be nice if I could just get back without having someone corner me into giving them my number or taking theirs, I managed to get through a whole lecture without being hounded and I even got to talk to Y/N. Sure I didn't say much, and maybe I was a little quiet and awkward, but I still talked to her. I smiled a little thinking about her, I didn't expect her to agree with being my partner—usually she just asks to work alone and Dr. Lee always lets her. So I can't help but feel a little special about her saying yes.

I've always wondered what she thought about me, she never seems to pay me any mind and has never tried talking to me once—we've had the same classes for almost three years now and even when I see her outside of school she always seems to be in her own world; or just avoiding mine. Sometimes I notice her looking my way but it always seems to be a coincidence and she always looks away the second I look at her, when I talked to Chenle about it he was confident that she had a crush on me, but that was two years ago...now he thinks that I'm just imagining it and I can't blame him. I've had this same crush on her for three years now and the most I can say is: "We made eye contact today." But what am I supposed to do? I don't want to make her uncomfortable by approaching her, I always imagined being more confident in myself and going right up to her; in my mind it's the same thing over and over again.

I see her leaving class and instead of standing there breathlessly, I approach her smoothly. In my head I'd say something straightforward but romantic, "I just couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are." And she'd swoon, Ive always imagined that she'd have these beautiful stars in her pretty eyes as she looks at me—just imagining a smile on her gorgeous two toned lips with that shiny coat of lipgloss gives me butterflies. I could hardly stand sitting next to her, the way she looked at me when I called her name...not to mention how good she smelled. I thought I would melt if she actually said anything to me, I couldn't imagine how I would've reacted if she asked me instead.

I roll my eyes as I finally begin to leave campus, I can already tell that I'll be hung up over that one interaction for the next few weeks...how will I handle actually working with her personally? I mean I'm supposed to spend a whole two weeks with her and- "Jisung!" I stop hearing my name being called, "Jisung!" As I look over my shoulder my eyes go wide at the sight of Y/N running towards me. The sun hitting her beautiful brown skin makes her look so unreal, I can't help but stare as she rushes towards me. It feels like I'm dreaming. "Sorry," She said as she tried to catch her breathe, "I...realized that we don't have each others numbers." She said with a laugh, I could feel those same butterflies in my stomach as she looked at me with her shiny brown eyes. God...she's so damn pretty. "Oh, sorry..." I responded, "My phone is dead but I can give you my number." She nodded with a gut wrenchingly beautiful smile and reached in her pocket, only when she pulled her phone out and gestured it towards me did I notice how shaky her hands were. Chenle won't believe this…

[massivesimpfordilfs]

Tsukishima x omega!male reader

Fluff with a dash of that delicious angst we all torture ourselves for

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Tsukishima was watchful. He always had been. He was quiet and observant. One classmate he’d had since entering university was a boy named (y/n). (y/n) had soft (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. He was one of the softest omegas that Tsukishima had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Tsukishima hadn’t known when he started following the boy, something about the way he smelled just drew the lanky blonde in. He would follow from a ways back as (y/n) walked to his next class or the cafeteria or to his dorm. His musky scent filling the air and keeping everyone else away from the omega. Tsukishima was confused, worried why he was so infatuated with (y/n). He went to get medical and psychological exams done after maybe a month or so. Everything was perfectly fine. The only thing that came back almost abnormal was his hormone production levels but the doctor explained that it could just be a result of his busy life. Then his rut came. He was alone in his dorm, his musky scent completely filling the dark room as he humped his pillow without merit. He growled, pupils dilated and head filled with (y/n). Everything about the boy just got Tsukishima off from the way he talked to how he would play with his hair or clothes. Tsukishima’s roommate Yamaguchi walked in with a groan.

“What’s it now?” He asked. He’d only seen a couple rut periods that were this intense for his dinosaur loving friend.

“My classmate.” Tsukishima panted, completely red in the face and hair sticking to his skin.

“The small omega one? Why don’t you just ask him out if he’s affecting you this much?” Yamaguchi laughed, sitting next to his friend and stroking the exposed thigh comfortingly. In their many years, he’d discovered that this usually helped Tsukishima calm down aside from actual sex.

“No way. I’ll probably scare him.” Tsukishima sighed, grabbing Yamaguchi by the arm and pulling him to cuddle. 

A week later, Yamaguchi was getting annoyed by how much Tsukishima would talk about (y/n) and ended up forcing him to ask him out. Tsukishima was hyping himself up during class to approach the omega when the lecture ended. He watched the small male cautiously, noticing how another classmate talked to him and tried to get really close to him. Tsukishima growled, startling the classmate sitting next to him. After class, he walked up to (y/n) and the other kid.

“(y/n).” He said, the two turning to him.

“Yes?” (y/n) asked, tilting his head.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a conversation?” The other kid asked.

“Mika, please. It’s hardly a conversation.” (y/n) rolled his eyes. “Did you need something, Tsukishima?”

Tsukishima blushed aggressively, startled by the way his name slipped off (y/n)’s tongue.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee or lunch?” Tsukishima asked, clearing his throat.

“No way-” (y/n) cut Mika off.

“I would love to!” (y/n) smiled. “I’m free around one today if you’d like to do it then?”

“Absolutely. Where’s your next class? I’ll pick you up.” Tsukishima smiled back.

“It’s the room above the library.” (y/n) said.

“It’s a date.” Tsukishima grinned, walking off.

“Why would you agree? You know you’re supposed to be studying with me in the library.” Mika whined.

“No, I never said I would.” (y/n) shook his head, walking off and trying to escape Mika.

“He’s not even cute. He’s like a lanky dinosaur with glasses.” Mika complained, following (y/n).

“Shut up, it’s subjective.” He huffed, trying to brush Mika off.

“So you like him?” Mika asked, slinging an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“N-no of course not! I’m a very independent omega!” He flushed, slipping away from Mika. “Just go to class!”

He walked into the library, knowing Mika wouldn’t follow.

After class, (y/n) was met with the blonde waiting at the door for him. He smiled, practically skipping over. They held hands and made their way to the campus cafe, getting to know each other on the way. Favorite colors, favorite movies, what they want to order, basic stuff. Neither of them noticed a stalking Mika.

At the cafe, (y/n) got up to use the restroom and was cornered in the hallway by Mika.

“Why are you with that smelly dog?” Mika asked, larger figure completely caging in (y/n).

“Because I like him. I have for years since I started here.” (y/n) said. “Can you please move?”

“You’re supposed to be with me! I’ve followed you, photographed you, stolen your clothes and hair since high school!” Mika shouted, slamming a hand on the wall next to (y/n). He flinched looking with wide eyes at Mika.

“You’ve…what?” He asked, fearful.

“I love you! You can’t do this to me!” Mike cried cupping (y/n)’s cheek harshly and kissing him deeply. (y/n) refused to kiss back, he tried pulling away but was flush against the wall. He let out a strained whine and Tsukishima’s head shot up promptly.

He got up, chair sliding back and walked towards where the sound had come from. He grew infuriated at what he saw. Mika was feeling up (y/n), aggressively shoving himself against the much smaller male. He growled and ripped Mika off by the neck, throwing him into the crowding group of people almost blocking the hallway.

“He’s mine! Don’t touch him!” Mika shouted, being held back by the buff woman running the cash register. He was flailing, being held in a chokehold.

“Are you alright?” Tsukishima knelt next to a slumped (y/n), hesitant to be too close but wanting nothing more than to hug the male and reassure him. Sure, he had done similar to Mika, but he’d never stolen clothes or hair or even been inside (y/n)’s dorm. He just wanted to protect the small omega.

“I-I’ll be ok. I think.” He said, burying his face against his legs cautiously and being sure to hide himself almost entirely. 

“Can I pick you up?” Tsukishima held his hand out gently. (y/n) just nodded, eyeing Tsukishima’s hand warily before taking it. He was pulled up and into the blonde’s arms, hiding in his shirt. The two walked out and the police showed up to arrest Mika shortly after. Tsukishima brought (y/n) back to his dorm and spent the rest of the day comforting him and letting him know he’d never be harmed again.

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you and your brain

summary in which you're a study vlogger and he's your biggest supporter.

pairing lando norris x fem! psych student! reader

genre fluff, smau

warning hate comments for like 1 second. might be cringe i hope not tho lol

a/n in honor of me starting my psych journey next week🫡 ps. not the biggest fan of the tweets but yanno.

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yourusername exams stacking up before winter break. STUDY TIP: study with someone that cares about you! even if they aren't even in school (cough lando couch). they'll make sure you take your breaks and hydrate :) happy studying

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landonorris always making sure you're not killing yourself over a textbook 😁 -> yourusername thanks love

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user3 lando = wag materiel -> landonorris thank you.

user4 i could never study psych 😭

user5 oscar and y/n are so cute :(

oscarpiastri when is your holiday? -> yourusername like a week -> landonorris 1 week, 3 days, 4 hours, and 23 seconds as of typing. -> oscarpiastri but who's really counting right?

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landonorris shopping and studying season!

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user1 so she's making him spend his holiday watching her... study. -> user2 she's not making him do anything. and if she supports him weekend after weekend why can't he? -> user1 he's worked hard all season and he can't even relax because his gf is dragging him down. -> user3 bro what💀 she's literally a psychology student, she's been working hard too. and she isn't dragging him down, she's literally just studying and he's supporting her.

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user4 i do not regret dropping out...

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[lostfracturess]

hi! i found ur acc & i really love ur symptoms & causes ! & i also read that u're a psychology student which is really amazing! 🥹 im a first year myself, what are advices can u give? i know this is sudden lmao but im js curious since im a nervous gal with my chosen study & have no one to ask this lol! & if u actually answered this, thank u in advance for taking the time to answer! ♡

thank you so much for your kind words about s&c !! it means so much to me, and it’s amazing to hear that you’re also a psych student !!

first of all, don’t worry about being nervous, it’s totally normal. as for advice, it really depends, but overall i'd advice you to stay organized and don't fall behind. psychology covers a lot of ground, so find a system that works for you and stick with it. and don't delay exams, if not absolutely necessary. it might seem tempting if things feel overwhelming, but trust me, it’s better to do them on time. pushing them back often creates more stress in the long run.

also get comfortable with research and statistics. psychology involves a lot of research based learning, so familiarizing yourself with reading and analyzing studies early on will make things easier later, especially when you write your thesis and have to do research yourself.

but overall, enjoy and explore your interests. psychology is so broad, take the time to figure out what excites you the most and pursue it further. wishing you all the best in your studies, you’ve got this <3

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besides being a silly gay queer nerd artist and writer, i'm atypical, a furry, a fan-enby of a bunch of characters, an adult and a game dev. i'm an introverted, shy, and asocial person. somewhat antisocial too; sometimes i can be completely silent and spend weeks alone when too overwhelmed from socialization. (i'm INFP and pisces, but i don't take these seriously, although i can relate at times)

i'm completely atheist. i don't mind religion, even if i might take it as stories and thoughts, but i just don't mind as long as it isn't fanatic christian stuff — i was raised around these people and it got me very tired of those things.

i graduated on a game development technical course i took along with high school (public education, got in through an entrance exam, got in first place on the classification list), and i'm often studying things on my own, like languages. i draw, design, paint, conceptualize, illustrate, make pixel art, research, edit, write, and can animate and code too — sometimes i also try music, acting, photography, and cosplay. i'm still working on being an indie game dev; for now, i'm mainly an artist and writer

as for how i identify as LGBT+, i'm queer as in all pan a-spec atractions-wise. gender-wise, i identify as pangender, which in my case includes agender; i'm transneutral and non-binary (and — it's obvious but just to mention — gender non-conforming). i usually put it all in short by just saying i'm a queer enby, or a pan a-spec enby, but i don't shy away from just saying i'm gay (as in i'm definitely not straight)

as an enby, i'm also dionysian (more often known as diamoric), and any kind of relationship with me would be called this — 'cause they'd have an enby (me) in them. you could call me almost anything from the LGBTQ+ definitions and that'd still be almost fitting, but if you were to call me something accurately fitting, that's queer, pan a-spec, diamoric/dionysian and enby, heheh

i could be considered legally blind, as i can't see anything a few inches away from my face without glasses (8 degrees in each lens, but i've been needing a new prescription for some years... couldn't afford it yet). i suspect i might be neurodivergent (ADHD, ASPD and autistic, mainly), and i have lots of symptoms of depression, anxiety and C-PTSD, but also can't afford to look into those. (funny fact: i managed to get in a psychology college earlier in 2024, and for a good while was studying psychology there before even being able to go see a psychologist-) (i still do deep researches about those topics of mental health)

from the way i understand relationships and concepts related to it and to living in society — understandings that have some connections to my pan a-spec (includes asocial) pangender agender way of being —, i'm also non-monogamous in attractions and beliefs. i could be either in a monogamous or non-monogamous relationships romantically, though. i'd do fine in any, i can adapt quite well to who i love and/or like and care about! it could even be an undefined relationship — it all would be up to who i'd be with. (i'd develop an attachment, and even a hyperfixation on them, too, which would make it even easier for me to adapt,,, anyways-)

i know spanish and french, besides portuguese and english. i don't have a lot of practice with those other two languages, but i can understand them well (speaking portuguese helps, heh). i still want to learn more languages — for now, i'm also studying japanese, LIBRAS and ASL from time to time

i aim for diversity, inclusion and equity, specially for my games. that's a reason why i study a lot, and that's also why i want to make most of my creations available for free. and that's why i encourage you to give me support if you want, as it helps it all to be free of charge, and can give you a custom art or some cool extra things for a low tip!

i'm interested in:

Undertale;

Rot in Paradise;

Dead Plate;

Married in Red;

Elevator Hitch;

Cold Front;

Bittersweet Sentence;

Eloquent Countenance;

The Picture of Dorian Gray;

The Owl House;

Omori;

Revolutionary Girl Utena;

Deltarune;

Dracula;

Adventure Time;

She-ra and the Princesses of Power;

KinitoPET;

My Little Pony;

Sonic;

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared;

Welcome Home;

Puella Magi Madoka Magica;

Studio Investigrave in general;

and the Daycare attendant from FNAF

i also like to roleplay/perform as characters at times, and used to play D&D, besides liking the RPG genre in videogames itself

as you see, i'm all over the place — i'm not completely organized, and i allow myself to let some things be messy (like tags); it's what works best for me, as far as i noticed

i like lots of things! and, though i enjoy horror, i don't make much art of this kind. plus, i create original stories, art, and characters of my own, like Safey — they're my mascot persona, and they're the fox creature on the pixel art by the start of this blog post. i have a bunch of projects i develop on my own, including ideas of comics and games! and sometimes i write poems, generally in portuguese, but i mix languages and write in english at times

i usually make cute things! whenever i happen to make something scary or with sensitive topics, i let it with the warnings i think it needs. personally, i'm positive about NSFW topics, specially sexual-related ones, in regular conditions. however, i very rarely allude to NSFW — if anything, it can be there as subtext, if i ever even include anything like that at all. to my mind, these are not NSFW, but either way: i do enjoy artistic nude art, i do like philosophically/sociologically/literarily analytical thoughts and texts that could be about/related to sexual topics, and i also do like (well, you know) horror. i take a different approach on my own art that's around these, but you can avoid it if i ever make it due to the warnings, and i hope you will use the warnings' opportunity to avoid it if you're sensitive or just don't want to see it.

overall, specially for other people like me, i want my space to be a safe space

Undertale, Dead Plate, and Married in Red are my most favorite pieces of media, so i'm drawn towards them most of the time. for the characters in those respectively, Flowey and Sans, Vincent, and Bok-su are my favorites (i know, they're the popular ones... sorry, heh, i genuinely love them)

nice to meet you, and i hope you will like what i create!

thanks for reading!

see ya! ( ^ ꒳ ^ ) [cute face smiling]

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S2E20 (part 1)

Go Fish

Beach party for the Sunnydale high swim team. Wait, Sunnydale has a beach? Where is this place supposed to be in California?

Buffy alone watching the ocean, the some guy comes in a ruins it.

How does Cam know he likes spending time with Buffy when this is probably the first time he has even spoken to her? Buffy spends the majority of her time with Willow, Xander, Cordy and Giles.

Jonathan is getting bullied again, and only Buffy steps in to help him. Seriously! Do something to stop bullying from happening if you see it.

We have a young Wentworth Miller in this episode. I have actually only seen him this, Underworld, Resident Evil: Afterlife (he was not a good choice for Chris and the films are just generally bad, but I watched it anyway because zombies), and The Loft (because Karl Urban is in it).

So, they took the term 'meat suit' literally in this episode. Cool and eww.

They still have Willow teaching? Is she getting paid to do this? Because she really should be. She is a teenager doing the job of a qualified adult.

Snyder reappears. Okay, substitute teachers can be hard to find. I've been through this when I was at school. During my 3 years of A-Levels (I resat my first year due to mental health struggles, which is it's own long story) I had teachers off due to illness or having been fired, mostly during my first and third years. My first year I took psychology, my teacher was there for a couple of months and then gone for the rest of the year. And my class barely had a teacher and we were expected to teach ourselves the materials needed for exams. We did eventually get a teacher, but only for 2 out of 4 classes a week. Occasionally we had to join the only other psychology class the school had, once a week. The one time we did get a sub, he didn't teach us shit and just expected us to know everything already despite never having seen the material he was glossing over before. He lasted a day because we complained about how bad the one class he taught was. Finding subs can be hard, finding good ones, even harder.

Snyder threatening Willow to change Gage's grade from a failing to a passing one. Does this happen in schools? Is it really even allowed? Because I get Xander's subsequent outrage, some of us work hard to get our grades, and others just get to skirt by and have them handed to them. Fuck off. How about you encourage your athletes to do well in all their classes or get them extra tutoring?

Then Xander calls Buffy a perk for the swim team because she is hanging out with Cam, despite the fact she is bored as shit listening to him only talking about swimming and water. Dude! She is not a perk, you're just jealous.

"I'm not going to pressure you" then asks if she is wearing a bra and locks her in his car! All this happens after Buffy says that it was nice being someone without romantic pressure. What the actual fuck, you dickless shit of a human being?

Buffy acted in self-defence. She was trapped in a car with a guy who was about to SA her is she did not act. He is lucky he only got a sprained wrist and a bloody nose. But then it is spun into victim blaming "she led me on" No, she did not. "Look at the way she dresses" you mean like a normal teenage girl? It's around about summer, in California, she is going to dress for that type of weather. Clothing doesn't cause assaults. Victims don't cause assaults, a assaulters, predators, and r****sts do. Anyone who says otherwise is a c**t.

Now everyone is on the same page about how the swim team sucks. Good.

[hoonvrs]

no literally bc all year 12 and 13 i was getting As and A* in sociology,, i was predicted an A* for my exam so why did i get a C 😹😹 felt like i was being mocked actually like i’m not upset i got a C it’s just that i don’t understand how all year i was getting nowhere near a C and all of a sudden in my A level exam i’ve got a C ?? four marks from a B…

NAH THAGS SO FOUL FROM THEM 💔💔 ik some girl in my year who’s going to uni for psych and she actually has never done psychology in her life 😭 good luck to her fr 🙏

NO NO THAGS LITERALLY WHAT JAPPENED,, FEVER STARTED PLAYING AND I WAS THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCEFLOOR BC DONT PLAY ‼️‼️ had no clue who i was whining on nor did i care,, this guy then chose to follow me and my friends out after fever to the smoking area like 💀 let me blem in peace i beg i didn’t choose to dance w u on purpose that was a different me two seconds ago 🤷🏽‍♀️

they also played shen yeng anthem and one thing about me and shenseea is that i don’t play about her ❌ i was supposed to be leaving my dad was outside waiting to pick me up to get me home and instead i was being forced into a whine by some boy 💀💀 like i’m actually trying to dance w my friend what r u doing

OMG AND this meady guy kept trying to kiss me on the dancefloor it actually made me want to gag i had to get my friend to drag me away bc he wasn’t letting go 🤢🤢

trust me bae as soon as u get into uni ur a level grades are acc forgotten, like everyone is on the same page so it’s all calm but they actually did ur year DIRTTYYY with those❌❌ cause grade boundaries are usually determined on collective country scored so who TFF brought it up so high

MEN DONT GET ITTT they think we’re giving them a chance but really it was the demon in meee like PLEASE MOVVEEE😭 this is why i not stick to strictly whining on my girls

SHENSEA IS MY GIRLL the way we are the same girlll😻 also whys my guy tryna gripse to shen yeng anthem😭 that’s a screaming the lyrics in ur girlfriends face typa song

i’ll acc shut him for u cause GET AWFF????? why do men live ruining girls fun by trying to touch them up like i’m not about to leave with some random guy i beg💀

[theoculus124]

Okay since you offered here are some questions I have...

1. What specific challenges do you face and how do you change things about your day to day life to deal with them?

2. How many times have you heard the 'its not that bad' or 'everyones a little ADHD' cause I wanna know how uneducated people are?

3. What help did you get/are you getting in a school/work environment?

I'm wanting to go into...like brain stuff, psychology, mental health and neuro divergency, so your offer of answering questions is really appreciated....

If answer to no. 3 is an unsatisfactory amount, then that will become something I will try my hardest to one day change, so people like yourself can have equal opportunities and a little limitations as possible. x

I struggle with ADHD paralysis, in short form it's when you get so overwhelmed you can't do anything so like for example I feel so overwhelmed in the morning by what I need to do throughout the day I stay in bed for a long period of time. Some people may think that's me being "lazy" or me just wanting to stay in bed like anyone else but the truth is is that I feel like I'm stuck to the bed because of how debilitating and stressful the rest of the day might be for me so I stay stuck. For now normally I don't really have alot of ways for dealing with it, so it just sort of happens and I get perceived as lazy and people will get upset with me and I just sort of take it? There's also RSD (rejection sensitivity dysphoria) which I also struggle with alot, it can be simple things like maybe my friend hasn't texted me for a while or maybe I'm trying to give someone a hug and they push me away cause they're busy or when I was younger I typically only had 1 friend that I would cling to and so when they got other friends I felt like they would hate me and want to cut me off. That manifested in A) alot of self hated B) toxic behaviours like cutting people off randomly because in my head if I do it first they won't be able to do it to me C) crying for hours on end D) avoidance tendencies especially if there's conflict. Again, it's a difficult one to deal with, I've learnt now that cutting people off is obviously a very hurtful thing to do and it can cause alot of pain unnecessarily and the best thing is to communicate to the other people. However I can't say that I still don't struggle with the fact that the little things/body language gets to me and I think really therapy will be my best bet (if I get one) -- that's a long para so I'll stop it there but I hope that helps x

ALL THE DAMN TIME! Even with autism (I have ASD and ADHD) and people will tell me "everyone's on the spectrum" and I think especially cause ADHD traits do overlap with anxiety and depression whenever I'd complain they would be like "it's just anxiety/depression" (obviously that's also downplaying the effects anxiety/depression has on people which is also a huge problem) so yh it's very annoying and such a prevalent message and I hate it so much because it downplays issues ND people face daily and almost seems like an excuse not to give someone help -- Also I can rant about the whole "high functioning" labels but that would take 3 blog posts those labels suck so much

currently for exams I get extra time, rest breaks, and I do my exams in a separate environment so I don't get stressed out by the huge crowd. However, for my day to day help isn't really prevalent and I think that's mainly cause of the fact that despite there being a department at my schl for people with disabilities the staff there aren't trained (not saying they're bad/not nice) so it's a bit extra awkward to try open up about ND struggles and there's limited help they can give us

There's obviously more and my experience is probably alot different to others but I'm so happy that you want to make a change in this field and I really appreciate you asking questions and being interested you're going to be awesome in your career <3

[mapoyaj]

i need validation

I am a sucker for validation. I always seek for it ever since I was a child.

At school, I was accustomed to the belief that you are good when you receive high grades in traditional assessment such as examinations. When I was in elementary, I make it a point to review every single detail to prepare for the examination. This was the validation that I crave for when I was younger. Because of this, as a young learner, I was stressed. This stress carried over until I was in high school.

RBEC? A moment in time

The Revised-Basic Educational System (RBEC) was the curriculum framework that the Department of Education (DepED) adapted when I was in high school. Curriculum frameworks never made sense to me when I was younger. I was just there reviewing for quizzes and examinations. But as I am also taking up Curriculum Development this semester, I realized that the curriculum framework built my perception on assessment as a student.

High school was a tough period in my life. I was insecure of my abilities. I remembered that one time during my freshmen year that I secretly cried because I got an 89 on a major exam. I was that hard on myself. The belief that you’ll only be good when you have high grades in traditional assessment has taken over my self-esteem. I never liked that feeling.

College turnaround

As I grew older and wiser in college, I realized the value of non-traditional assessment. In college, midterm projects and final papers matter. Although major exams can also either make or break you, the competencies that matter is derived from projects. I started appreciating non-traditional assessment as it helped me learn the skills that I needed for my course.

Starting out my teaching journey was difficult. My perception on teaching changed as I started gaining experience. I realized how different assessments are in the current K-12 curriculum than RBEC. The current K-12 curriculum places emphasis on performance tasks. These performance tasks are mostly non-traditional assessments such as essays, portfolios, video creation, interviews, and others.

Teaching development

As a teacher of Personal Development (a subject that aims for students to gain an insight in knowing themselves) and Practical Research 1 (qualitative research), I have always appreciated non-traditional assessment. The subjects’ main competencies involve the use of non-traditional assessment. For example, in personal development, the main ideology is to apply the concepts in their daily lives. This will be difficult to assess in traditional assessment. On the other hand, practical research aims to present a research paper. Thus, non-traditional assessment of drafting and writing a paper among group members is required instead of a pen-and-paper test.

Unending validation

Despite how I prefer giving non-traditional assessment, I understand that learning objectives play a part in designing and planning for assessments. Deciding for the appropriate assessment involves aligning it to the competencies needed. Learning objectives shall always be referred to when deciding for the appropriate assessment that needs to be implemented.

Before, I seek validation from taking assessments, now I seek validation from creating assessments that my students will benefit from.

Cited Works:

So, O. G., & Castolo, C. L. (2008). Integrating ethics in teaching social studies: A focus on the students values and character. Journal of Educational Psychology. Published.

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted

Chapter 3: The Tables Turn

Osaki Shotaro x Reader Word Count: 1,395 Content Warnings: Mild parental angst, suggestive jokes Thank you so much once again to my beta reader @wonbons, your feedback has been incredibly helpful in writing this fic. Fic is under the cut.

“Ok so what’s the answer to the question?” you asked Shotaro expectantly.

“Um, C?”

“No, it’s B,” you said with a laugh. The two of you were studying for your exam tomorrow. You read him questions from a practice test, and he answered them. Then, you gave the correct answer if he got them wrong. He had just finished doing the same for you.

“I knew that. I was just testing you,” he joked.

“’Taro, come on, the test is tomorrow. Work with me a little bit!”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t get it.”

“That’s ok, why don’t we take a break? We could just listen to music and relax for a little bit.” Truthfully, you offered a break because you didn’t understand it either. Shotaro didn’t need to know that, though.

“Can I pick the music?”

“Sure, ‘Taro.”

He laughed as he ran to his computer and put on a playlist. Once the music was playing, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the couch. As you took your seat, you couldn’t help but think about how adorable he is when he’s happy. You weren’t exactly thrilled about it, but his contagious smile and his ability to find joy in any situation had you falling for him.

Once you started talking about something other than your upcoming test, you finally felt like you could breathe. Shotaro was clearly less frustrated too, because he was talking your ear off about his plans for after college.

“The economics degree is just because it’s what my dad wants me to do. And I do plan on using my degree to get a good job after I graduate, but what I really want to do is art. I draw a lot in between classes, and it makes me feel like a weight is lifted off my shoulders. All I want to do is make art.”

“I’m certain that you could turn art into a career,” you reassured him. “You’re incredibly talented, based on the drawings that you’ve showed me.”

“Thanks, (Y/N), I appreciate it,” he said as he flashed that beautiful smile. “What about you? What are your goals for after college?”

“Well, I really want to be a therapist. I love studying psychology because the human brain is so fascinating, and I think that becoming a therapist would be a great way to utilize what I’ve learned to really help people and make an impact.”

“That’s beautiful. You have a good heart.”

“Thanks, ‘Taro. I’d love to stay here and talk, but it’s getting kind of late. I should probably go home so I can get enough sleep for tomorrow.”

“I mean you don’t have to go.”

“Yeah, I do, I need to sleep.”

“You could stay here and sleep.”

You knew it wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t say no to him. You always hated leaving, so you said, “I guess it couldn’t hurt, do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Yeah, you just need clothes. Are you ok with borrowing mine to sleep in?”

“That works, I guess. Then I can just leave early and get dressed at home before school.”

“So, it’s settled. You’re staying,” he said as he blushed.

The next morning you felt better than you had since the school year started. You were worried about the test, but for the first time in a while you had woken up feeling rested. You brushed your teeth and put away the studying materials that had been left out the night before, then you decided to wake Shotaro before you left.

“’Taro, I’m gonna be leaving soon. I just wanted to say good luck on today’s test. I believe in you.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). Good luck today. You’ll need it when I kick your ass,” he joked.

“Bring it. I’ll see you in class,” you said before walking out the door.

Shotaro got out of bed and got ready for class, then used the extra time he had to study a bit more. There were a few concepts he wanted to practice a bit more, just so he could be certain he could keep his promise to you. It may have been a joke when he made it, but something about you made him want to do well anyway.

The test went quickly for you and Shotaro, and both of you wondered what the other’s score would be as you waited for class to end. The bell finally rang, and the two of you walked out together talking about what your plans were for after school.

Lunchtime came and you met Karina at your usual table. She was looking through her bag, clearly irritated, so you asked her what was going on.

“I left my makeup bag at Wonbin’s again.”

“Karina that’s the third time this month. Why are you at his apartment? What could possibly be so compelling about spending time with him?”

“His dick,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh my god.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I don’t doubt it. Anyway, how did your morning classes go?”

“They went great, what about yours?”

“So boring. I had a test in statistics today. I don’t even get why I need to take statistics, I’m a psych major for fuck’s sake.”

The two of you chatted about your classes until you were finished eating. Your afternoon classes had been cancelled for the day, so after lunch you decided to go home and catch up on your favorite show.

The next day at the end of class, Ms. Kim gave your tests back. You showed Shotaro your score, and he grinned.

“What are you smiling for? My score was 87!”

“I’m smiling because mine was 98,” he said as he showed his paper.

“Well, I guess you did kick my ass. Good job! I knew you would do well.”

“Thanks. I wouldn’t have been able to if you hadn’t helped me study, though.”

You gave him a hug and left for your next class, nervous about what your parents would say.

After you were home for the day, as if they knew you didn’t want to talk to them, your parents called. For the first few minutes, it was an ordinary conversation. They told you about work and what their friends were up to, and you nodded along. Then the topic of school came up.

“So how are your classes going?” your mom asked. You knew what she meant, though.

“My grades are good, mom. I got an 87 on a statistics test that I took yesterday, but that’s the only grade below 90 that I’ve gotten all year.”

“Well, we’re proud of you for trying,” your dad said. “It’s still a passing grade, and you should be proud of yourself for putting the work in.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“I know you can do better. You should be pushing yourself more, how else do you expect to get a good job after college?” your mom questioned.

“She will get a good job,” your dad said to your mom, “I know it. She’s a bright young lady, and she’ll be able to do anything she puts her mind to.”

“She is bright, but intelligence isn’t the only important thing. She should be working harder.”

Your dad turned back to you and quietly ended the call, telling you he loved you. You knew that they were going to argue for a while about your education. They had argued about their differing approaches to your school throughout your childhood. Your mom always pushed you to do better because she cared about you and wanted you to succeed, but your dad felt that pushing wasn’t always the best solution. He had always been better at identifying the moments when you just needed a break.

This was one of those moments. You decided to text Shotaro, since he always made you feel better when you were stressed out. When you sent the text he was drawing an elaborate landscape, covered with lavender-colored roses and lilacs. When the notification came through, he immediately dropped what he was doing to read your message. It simply said “Can you come over? I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”

As soon as he was done packing up his art supplies, he rushed to your apartment. He wasn’t gonna leave you alone when you needed someone. He cared about you too much to do that.

Thank you so much for reading! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. If you would like to be added to the taglist for this fic, either comment on this post or dm me with the username that you would like tagged. Thanks again to @wonbons for beta reading. You're the best!

[mslizsteele-stories]

Gothic Academia: One

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"Wanna get outta here?" Tobio looked up from his work and stared at the gothic girl with a curious look. 

They were seated in the corner next to the window at the study centre. She's seated across from him, preoccupied with her phone. Mikasa exuded an effortlessly cool aura in her gothic ensemble. Her raven-black pixie cut framed her delicate features, emphasizing her sharp, determined eyes and her lips were painted dark plum. Strands of obsidian hair grazed her temples and nape, adding a touch of edginess to her overall appearance. 

She glanced up, arching an eyebrow with a stoic expression. "You weren't expecting me to actually work on this assignment, were you?" she scoffed.

"It is a group assignment," he reminded her. "It requires a group effort."

Mikasa rolls her eyes. "Well, this assignment is not worth my time and effort," she argued. "I'm not about to waste my time and brain cells on an analysis of 'The Blessed Girl.'"

"It's not that bad."

"The Bloomsbury version was simply the author's attempt to appease some overly sensitive feminists who complained about the harsh ending in the Pan Macmillan version and got paid for it. I'm dying on this hill." She growled, pointing a finger at him. "Besides, I could be doing something worthwhile with my time, like partying and drinking with friends."

"Well, this module is compulsory. You need to pass this class to graduate," Tobio reminded her, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Might as well suck it up until the end of the semester."

Mikasa glared at him, as if ready to cut his head off. Tobio raised his hand in surrender, not wanting to argue further. "Anyways," she continued, "I don't get why we're getting assignments on top of tests, exams, and continuous assessments. I mean, we're in university for crying out loud. If I wanted homework, I could have just stayed in high school, but here we fucking are."

"It comes with the degree, Mikasa. How else are they going to assess us?" he answered.

She scoffed, annoyed. "I've been scoring straight As for damn near every test and quiz for this module. What more do they want to know? It's not like the professors take the time to actually read three to five-page essays. All they have to do is look at the Turnitin plagiarism percentage, fancy words, slap a random letter from the alphabet based on their mood, and if they like us, then call it a day."

"You still salty about Professor Ackerman giving you a C- on your last assignment?"

"Oh, most definitely. I didn't put my blood, sweat, and tears into an essay on child psychology just for that middle-aged midget to give me a C-."

Tobio chuckled at her rant. It was a mystery how Mikasa was studying Psychology instead of Criminal Justice, considering her passion for justice. She would make a great lawyer or judge.

"Well, if you wanna leave, I won't stop you," Tobio told her. "Based on what we have, I'd say that we're already done with this assignment."

"Great! 'cause it's Friday and I'm hitting the club and getting wasted. Wanna come?"

Tobio made a face at the offer. "Hard pass. Not only is clubbing not my scene, I have a shit tone of essays to finish grading."

Mikasa's eyebrows furrow with confusion. "I'm a tutor." He told her.

"Why would you punish yourself this way, dude!" she asked, shock present in her tone.

"Good resume and extra cash."

She stared at him like he was an odd phenomenon and burst into laughter. "Okay, I knew you were a dork, but I never would have thought you were goody two shoes."

"What can I say, I value my education and my future," he shrugged with a smirk. "Now run along. Wouldn't want you to miss out on your Friday shemons."

"Hilarious," she rolled her eyes. She got up and started packing her stuff into her bag.

"Don't forget that we're meeting at your place to study for next week's test," he reminded her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she waved her hand dismissively. "But you better not be copying my answers while we're studying. Got it?"

"Please," he rolled his eyes. "I have too much pride to stoop that low, sweetheart."

She hummed, satisfied but still a little amused. "Just making sure." With a wave, she left the study centre.

"Have fun," he called after her.

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Tobio rang the bell and adjusted the strap of his backpack as he waited for Mikasa at her door. In contrast to Mikasa's gothic style, Tobio's attire was plain and simple; denim jeans, a black T-shirt, a grey jacket, and a pair of red and blue vans. His hair, which was once a buzzcut, had grown into spikes over the past three months, but he had recently trimmed the sides, giving it a faded look. He wore his glasses over his amber eyes. It was low-effort but decent and presentable - just the way he liked it.

A minute later, the door opened, revealing Mikasa in a more casual ensemble that contrasted with her usual gothic look. Her attire remained dominantly black, consisting of a zipped-up black hoodie that offered a glimpse of her cleavage, and a pair of black cotton shorts that accentuated her hips, tracing a path down to her waist. Her dark makeup, a signature part of her style, was still present, though her eyeliner, though not as bold, highlighted her captivating dark grey eyes. Just below the corner of her left eye was a faint scar, adding an intriguing touch to her already enigmatic allure.

"You're early," she stated with a stoic expression, leaning against the doorpost.

Tobio shrugged. "I like being punctual."

"You won't die or have a stroke if you're just a few minutes late, you know."

"I know. But punctuality has its perks. You should try it."

She rolled her eyes, opened the door wider and moved to the side. "Come on in."

Tobio walked inside her little studio apartment and noticed how... normal it looked. He would have thought that given her taste, Mikasa's apartment would have a dark and gothic touch and aesthetic to it, but the simplicity of the décor and interior design from the all-white painted walls, the furniture, the light brown wooden floor and the grey curtains surprised him.

However, despite how normal and clean her small studio apartment was the faint smell of cigarettes from the ashtray on the coffee where her books and notes were scattered. She must have been studying before he came.

"Sorry about that," she quickly removed the tray and disposed of its contents in the dust bin in the kitchen. "It's kinda a habit to smoke while I'm studying."

"No, no, no. It's fine," he assured with a smile. "You're fine."

"Great! Now that you're here, we can get started," she sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table. "I remember you saying that you need help with Literature. Anything specific?"

"Ah yeah," he placed his backpack on the floor and sat down across from her. "I've been having trouble with the Gothic Era. I figure that given your aesthetic, it's your area of expertise."

"Oh my gosh, yes! I have so much I wanna talk about," her face beamed with excitement. "There's so much to cover... how about we start with its characteristics? The history and background might be a bit too complex for you."

Tobio gave her a "The floor is yours" hand gesture, "Take it away, Professor Ackerman."

"Haha! Very funny," sarcasm dripped in her tone as she rolled her eyes. "Anyways, one of the key characteristics of the Gothic Era is its tone and themes which are horror and romanticism. If you look at the literature during that time, they mostly dwelled on supernatural, death, torture, the list goes on."

Tobio listened to her attentively. It was funny how Mikasa always expressed her distaste for doing assignments and school work but still excelled in her studies and was at the top of the class. She was smart and intelligent, probably even smarter than him in some of the classes he took with her.

While he acknowledged her level of intellect, he also came to admire and appreciate her passion for the things she loves or generally anything that sparked her interest. The way her face would light up and her dark grey eyes would sparkle when she talked about her favourite band or a book she recently picked up. The way her eyes would burn with fire and her jaw would clench when she ranted about her pet peeves or when she argued and challenged opinions different from her own.

Mikasa wasn't one to express herself that way to everyone outside of her friends Eren and Armin and some rare occasions him since she was usually stoic and withdrawn. He didn't mind it, but he always appreciated rare moments like these where he got to see her in her natural element.

Not forget, he had a thing for intelligent women.

She's so sexy when she explains stuff, he thought without realising that he blurted those words out loud.

Mikasa, who was explaining examples of gothic themes in Wuthering Heights, paused. "Did you... did you just call me sexy?" A tinge of red appeared on her cheeks, surprised by what Tobio said.

Tobio snapped out of his trance and flushed with embarrassment. "Shit. Did I say that out loud?"

"Umm... yeah... pretty much," she answered with an awkward chuckle, her cheeks still red. "I mean thanks... I guess?"

"I am so sorry. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," He said, now getting worried that he creeped her out.

She shrugged her shoulders. "A compliment is a compliment. I don't mind it even though you're not my type honestly."

Ouch, he thought. I mean fair. She's allowed to have a type and a preference. But still... ouch. "So who's your type then? Eren?"

She made a face. "I mean... we dated before but it got weird and toxic and we decided to just stay friends," she sighed scratching her head. "I dunno. It's complicated, but one thing for sure is that if you're too weak to handle all this," she gestured to herself. "then you're not worth my time."

"Oooh! Yas queen," he cheered, snapping his fingers. "We stan a woman with standards."

She chuckled, leaning back against the couch and resting her arms on her knees. "Yeah, like sure I dress in black and wear dark makeup which practically makes me a goth girl, but that's just how I dress and express myself." She paused briefly. "But I do like guys who are smart and can have deep conversations with. Just as long they make it past my resting bitch face."

Tobio laughed. "Then I'm happy to say that I'm one of those guys."

"Question," she leaned forward, placing her elbow on the coffee table and putting her hand on her chin, her expression now serious. "Do you think I'm cold and unemotional?"

Tobio blinked, taken aback by the sudden question and change in atmosphere. "It's just... I've always wondered what people think of me... well people besides Eren and Armin," she explained. "I know I'm not exactly friendly and approachable, but I'm just curious to know."

Tobio leaned back and pondered her question. He had only known her since freshman year, unlike Eren and Armin who've known her since childhood. He did get the impression that she was cold and emotionless - at first at least - but he thought of her as reserved and withdrawn. It didn't drive him away even when they first started talking, but it did take some time for her to warm up to him and he didn't mind that.

"Well... I think you're capable of expressing yourself, but only to those you trust and feel comfortable with," he answered truthfully. "I'd say you're more cautious and self-conscious than cold and unemotional. You know yourself and how people might react and receive the real you since you have a strong and intense personality. But that's just me."

Mikasa nodded her head slowly, taking in his words. "Well... having a tough childhood does that to you..." she said with a sad smile.

Tobio felt a pang of empathy in his gut. She didn't go into the nitty gritty details about her life and past but he already had a rough idea of how hard it was for her. "Sorry to hear that,"

She shook her head and smiled, a genuine one this one. "It's okay, I had friends and family who looked out for me," she said before clearing her throat. "Anyways, sob story's over. I still need to explain Wuthering Heights and its gothic themes to you so pay attention."

He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

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[psychicfoxpainter]

when I needed my school's help for a diagnosis of autism, they actually said out loud that 'if I got diagnosed, I would have to go to the special school next door, and what would happen to your exam results? We need them too, you know, you have to consider other people'

jokes on them because due to four undiagnosed disabilities and the rampant bullying and sexual abuse they refused to do nothing about, I never got a single one of those A*s they thought I'd get

(I've been called, and tried to fit in with. the 'highly-sensitive' lot, because I just wasn't allowed to be disabled. even when I wasn't directly being punished for it, I was never allowed to need help, to get it wrong, to be impaired. I was/am so obviously strange that it couldn't be ignored, but I was a HSP, an old soul, just ~*different*~ just mature for my age, better than this, honestly, what's wrong with you? Even when my diagnosis keep coming through, I have to fight to be recognised as disabled. I maintain that one of my disabilities I wouldn't have if they others were actually treated/found/worked with earlier, if I wasn't put through the wringer to try to change me into the person people thought I was - and its this shit, the shit they do to people they supposedly like and feel like they have a use for, which should beg ex gifted kids to realise how much worse it was for people considered not to have a use.)

the reason they thought I'd get these?

In the UK, you have to do a really big test as you go into secondary school (age 11). At the time, your scores on this test dictated your 'predicted grade' for the GCSEs in four years time. (It may be different now) You are consistently held against this fairly arbitrary number for the rest of your compulsory schooling.

if, for example, you are fairly sharp, enjoy school and are lucky enough to be in the first wave of primary schools that teach a significant amount of algebra, you might score a predicted grade of an A* on this test

It does not matter that, due to your disabilities and natural human variation, your understanding of mathematics hovers around a C for the rest of your schooling, your predicted grade will NEVER be changed to more accurately reflect what you are actually capable of. And you will receive all the punishments for not hitting a grade, both formally at school and whatever your parents will dish out.

this test is an addition to the 11+ where your worthiness to attend grammar school hangs on whether or not you can accurately rearrange an unfolded cardboard box

the UK school system really does sort and grade people at ELEVEN and even though it's considered gauche in most of the UK to discuss academic achievement, this kind of sorting and exceptionalism does happen between the lines.

it's a class thing, but it's also a disability thing

the amount of times I've had family, coworkers, bosses, friends, random strangers think it's okay to yell 'you're so clever but you're so stupid!' at me, well, I'd have enough to take that autism assessment privately

'giftedness' is a cage that people try to put you in, but things like this discussion help me see that it's a cage where the bars are so comically thin that you can walk on out of there if only you haven't let yourself become so fat-headed by the whole situation

when I did my BSc Psych, at a uni with no entrance requirements, the very first textbook is 'Investigating Intelligence'. wherein it's just page after page about how the whole concept of intelligence is horsehit, and racist, classist horseshit at that. don't recall it specifically calling it sexist horseshit, but its that, too. In fact, my whole degree was essentially 'why all these different types of psychology are bullshit' which was enlightening, but also really shortens the list of potential jobs you can do with a psych degree that feel at all ethical

I agree with the other points about how the whole giftedness programs teach people to perceive the world as smart people vs ordinary people, but my father took it one step further - people where either geniuses, or idiots, and idiots were to be sterilized and culled. Also, women could only either be idiots, or do a really good impression of a genius whilst still being sex object.

and that is exactly what's at the heart of anyone who actually believes this shit, and THAT's why it's annoying and scary when ex-gifted kids don't fully examine the structures of what they went through, and the behaviours it leaves with them, because it does

no-one is raised believing they are special without the occulted belief that other people are not special. nobody in your* life maybe said that part out loud, but if you go digging in your psyche, it'll be there

if some people are born special, some people are born not special, and therefore wrong. And somebody always decides who gets to be special.

There is no solidarity, no acceptance, no joy in the common people if there is anyone deliberately set above it

certainly not when this class is picked at 11, based on the priviledges they enjoyed at birth

*general you

(sorry if this comes across weird or wrong, I'm jetlagged and the pregabalin just kicked in. I just think the final scale fell from my eyes reading the discussion)

Thanks for posting that anon ask about giftedness. Really made clear to me why some are so proud of their status as being 'gifted'. For me it represents nothing but pain and trauma, and was so confused why anyone would use it as a badge of exceptionalism. Maybe it's because I was threatened so often with being sent to special ed, but I figured out really early what a crock of shit it all is. People outside of the norm are faced with different types of educational-institutional violence (above the general violence that schooling is), but a stick is a stick, and being beaten never stops being fucked up, and that shared experience is something that indeed gets lost.

There's something that occurred to me with chilling clarity: it's Asperger and Am Spielgrund all over again. They get to be the useful ones, this time to capitalism instead of the war (same difference really capitalism being a war on anyone not in the bourgeoisie), while the ones that can't be made to fit the mold get cast away. (I wonder what the overlap between aspie supremacists and the 'gifted' crowd is, the vibes are extremely similarly rank.)

yep, and yeah most of the gifted ed trauma crowd are basically "highly sensitive people"/ aspie supremacists by another name. or often all of those names, the communities overlap a lot.

[alcoholrehabilitationcentre]

What's the difference between pre-nursing and nursing college courses?

Pre nursing classes are the classes you need to take in order to get into the nursing program. You will also need to take placement tests when you first apply to a college so that they know where to place you in subjects such as English and math. You have to pass English and math at a certain level in order to get your degree. But some people need to take classes to advance to the level of skills needed in order to be better prepared to pass the course required for the degree they need. After you get these courses passed, you can start taking courses that you need to take and pass, in order to apply to enter the nursing program offered by that college. These are pre-nursing courses and they usually include subjects such as chemistry, biology, anatomy & physiology, psychology, and sociology. Your pre-nursing and your other courses like your English and math can be taken at same time. But generally all your pre-nursing courses have to be completed and an application to apply for the nursing program has to be completed and accepted and not every application is accepted and some have waiting lists. The better you do in your pre-nursing courses, the better chance you have to be accepted and to be higher up on any waiting list. It’s often the case you must pass your courses with a B grade, while most other degree programs can pass with a C grade.

Also, pre-nursing courses can generally be taken in any order and you can take as many courses at a time that is allowed or one at a time. Most can complete these in two years going full-time. However, you can’t take too long. Once you start in the nursing program, the college I went to everyone accepted into the program took the same classes at same times. No night courses offered. We all were together all day, every school day and clinical days; you rearrange your life to suit them. Not the other way around. This was for an additional 2 years of school. I ended up taking 4 years to complete a two-year degree, which is more than adequate to get you started in nursing and you generally get the same opportunities and pay differences if any was minimal whether you had a Bachelors or Associate degree, though there are a few minor differences. The Associate degree was hard enough to get but I wish I had gone for my Bachelors just so that I possibly may have been a little better prepared for the job ahead of me. But not everyone would need to and do just fine.

Overall, it is so worth everything you had to go through. What got me through was my philosophy on the whole nursing education experience. You lose so many people as you get further along, it can be intimidating. My philosophy was that I was not going to quit. So the only way out was that they would have to kick me out of the program or I’d have to be dead because quitting, was not an option. Well they didn’t kick me out and I’m still alive. I hope maybe that helps somebody else to get through.

One last note to keep in mind, the whole purpose of all that education, classes, clinicals, the main purpose for everything they teach and the way they teach, it’s to prepare you to pass that NCLEX exam to get your license. They need you to pass that to help that schools nursing program to stay in business and move up in ranks of best schools for nursing.

Good luck. Don’t give up. It can totally change your life in ways you can’t begin to imagine. It’s opportunity after opportunity. Don’t let anyone or anything ever take it away from you. It’s the hardest but most rewarding career. It might sound difficult. It is difficult. But worth every bit of blood sweat and tears it took to get you through.

Madhya Pradesh is a state in central India. It is home to a number of excellent nursing colleges, both government and private. The following are some of the best nursing colleges in Madhya Pradesh, based on factors such as their academic reputation, infrastructure, faculty, and placement record. The career prospects for nurses are good in Madhya Pradesh. There is a high demand for nurses in hospitals, clinics, and other healthcare organizations. Nurses can also work in the armed forces, the railways, and the government sector.

[brain-wont-leave-me-be]

In addition to the post about being the backup plan,

I also stopped on my way home from class to get something sweet for two of my roommates because they are on their periods and one is feeling really sick cuz of it. I send a message saying hey got these for u guys! No response, left on read. I then said I’ll put them on ___’s pantry shelf just grab whenever you feel like it. Again, nothing. Left on read. I just feel like I try and I try and it’s never good enough

It’s like that with academics too. I studied hard for a psychology exam and I thought I did really well!! Turns out I got a 77%. I got a C. I thought I at LEAST had an A…

[novaae]

Didn't have time to make a weekly update yesterday, so I'll make it today!

Last Monday was a horrible, horrible day. My mouth cut a lot from my braces, and having mouth sores didn't help at all. It was a very painful experience, and I wish my dentist was more understanding.

I used this medicine called triamcinolone acetonide buccal paste, and it helped a lot. I'm free from mouth sores right now.

Thursday, almost nobody (3/22 were present) showed up to school and it was actually a fun day? My very strict class teacher bought me and another girl food from the canteen, which was very fun. We almost finished a whole chapter and gossiped with the psychology teacher. I noted that I was terrified of my psychology exam, but I got 31/35!

It's been a frustrating week overall though, since as my school fucked up in sending a proper email to my former school for a competition, and now as the head delegate I'm the one who has to bear a lot of the brunt. This one girl from XI-C has been really really getting on my nerves lately, and it's hard to resist to yelling at her.

My sisters were busy on Rakshabandhan this year, and I had really thought I could celebrate my first Rakshabandhan with them as their brother. I'm kinda upset, but it's okay.

My dad also returned home on Saturday despite him having work?? I hope he finally isn't unemployed because I'm kinda sick of him being unemployed and my mother taking it out on me bc I happen to look like him.