#it's too late for grad school

[schrodingers-blursed-kitty]

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[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[squeakadeeks]

moodboard for this past week ❤️

[ailinu]

i am not indulging my worst impulses but i sure do want to.

[smute]

job search is driving me insane. maybe im in the wrong country. the typical lib arts gigs want undergrads with a very specific skill set and anything where an advanced degree might be of use they're either looking for graduates in GERMAN lit specifically or they want NATIVE english speakers. sorry i can't be her. also everyone and their dog keeps telling me to take my ENGLISH degree and look into GERMAN publishing when i haven't read a GERMAN book in 3 years. i'm about as qualified for that as His Majesty the Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah Mu'izzaddin Waddaulah ibni Al-Marhum Sultan Haji Omar 'Ali Saifuddien Sa'adul Khairi Waddien, Sultan and Yang Di-Pertuan of Negara Brunei Darussalam, whose embassy in berlin is, btw, looking for a full time translator (english-german). maybe there's someone less gay who wants to apply. anyway. not to mention salaries in publishing are so bad i might as well go ahead with my phd. the only reason that's been put on ice is schmoney. if i gotta stay poor i might as well be really fucking poor and do something i actually care about

[crowleyanthonys]

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[okayto]

I have six--SIX!!!--show reviews to write. But every time I sit down to work on them (six!!!!) I forget everything. Why is it so hard to put words in an interesting order when saying "its fun pls watch."

[bonyassfish]

This prof wants us to use generative ai (because for some fucking reason they all have a hard on for it???)) and I am refusing. Just straight up. I basically wrote that I’m perfectly fine with a lower score on this assignment if it means I’m not wasting water so you can pat yourself on the back for being up to the latest technology you prick

[coffeebanana]

i have such a weird difficulty balancing real life productivity and creative productivity. like when if i'm having a day where i'm getting lots of things done irl, even if i block out 30m to write and i have the time, i'll be too tired or uninspired to get myself to do it. i'm basically overwhelmed by the concept of doing Real Life Things and Writing Things in one day i almost need to carve out entire days for writing if i want to really get any done. and kjfdnkj that then keeps me from getting life things done because i get into a writing cycle and i can't get myself to stop neglecting real life until i finish the chapter/oneshot/draft/etc... i'm working on. which can take days. and then it's harder to motivate myself to get back to the Real Life Things

[sourkitsch]

UArts Philly and PAFA are both closing this year what is in the water…

[army-of-bee-assassins]

71 year old trans woman being referred to my school's clinic for gender-affirming voice my beloved 🥰

[oh-such-rhetoric]

Being an English Lit graduate student at a progressive university, steeped in philosophy and specializing in dystopian literature, and then taking a Book Publishing class be like:

The rise, fall and rise again of the popularity of ebooks is really just a small battle in the neverending war raging between practicality and aesthetics that underlies every purchase and every marketing decision in this dystopian, late-stage capitalist hellscape. In this essay I wil

[anouri]

i feel bad for how long i'm taking to update wftk, so here is a(n unedited, not proofread) snippet:

Remus clicks his tongue at this disapprovingly, but he hitches his bag further up on his shoulder and fully enters the classroom now, the door shutting behind him. “You can explain why you’re sneaking behind your best friend of ten years' back with his little brother who you’ve not even known for a month?”

James frowns, and Regulus suddenly feels as though he’s intruding, even though he is as culpable in this situation as James is. No one says anything in response to Remus’ rhetorical question; Remus, however, continues to walk toward them, before placing his bag in a seat and leaning back on a desk. “Go on then,” he urges with a wave of a hand. “Explain. And don’t even bother trying to lie, either. We both know you can’t lie for shit.”

By now, the back of Regulus’ mind is plotting how to make an escape—after all, Remus’ focus seems to be primarily honed in on James, so he highly doubts Remus would stop him if he attempted to flee; Regulus nearly does stand up from the bureau he’s currently sitting on to abscond the situation and apologise to James for his cowardice later, but then James frantically meets his gaze and Regulus’ heart drops, the blasted organ making the decision for him by taking an obstinate seat in the pit of his chest. Steadfast in its ruling, his heart wins out against the anxious whims manufactured by his mind and limbs, and he remains seated. 

[savage-rhi]

Magentttaaaaaaaahhhh

[gay-victorian-astronomer]

they actually invented an assignment so noxious it makes me want to work on grad school apps instead of doing it

didn't think it was possible but boy did they do it

[cyrus-the-younger]

idk why i try with this shit tbfh i should just let them put my ass in remedial greek i already feel inadequate about everything including this sooo whats the fucking difference