#women at the university

[blackhillverse]

they said this is the cheapest marvel series ever produced. see, this is what happens when you focus on storytelling instead of unnecessary stuff no one cares about. i loved this episode so much. please, give me more low-budget marvel shows that care about the plot, the characters, and their target audience. i don't need another rdj blockbuster marvel movie. you can have that. give me meaningful stories with a low budget, made by people who truly believe in what they're creating.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason: Bruce used to say that I have this unhealthy habit of considering older women my mother figures and automatically agreeing with anything they say.

Talia: Beloved was not wrong. Honestly, you should focus more on your personal goals and not attach to women who show you even an ounce of kindness. Be colder.

Jason: Hey, good advice, mom.

Talia: ...Jason—

[blvvdk3ep]

I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive

[star-steph06]

“HEYYY!! PLEASE DO AN ART WHERE YOUNG DAMIAN IS KISSING HIS MOTHER ON THE FOREHEAD!❣️ This will show how much love damian still has for his mom (I wanna see more of mother-son relationship)”

“HEYY!! PLEASE DO TALIA HOLDING LITTLE DAMIAN❣️❤️❤️ (I'd love to see them matching and fighting enemies together as a partner team🥺)”

So I got a few anonymous asks requesting some more baby Damian and Talia together and just Talia in general.

I decided to have them matching outfits because I think that’s so cute idk. Most of these outfits are actual comic outfits that I love. She’s so stylish I swear.

[sjincer]

It's International Women's Day, gals!

Stay strong, fight like a girl

[the-life-of-a-herm]

a lot of you take terf arguments but then just replace the identity with transmasc/lesboy/theyfab/etc. and you're not fucking slick about it.

[naughty-salsa]

[academicfever]

77/100 days of productivity!

Saturday reset mode: activated. You’re building something bigger than just a productive day—you’re building resilience, discipline, and balance. Keep going!

Log: 23 Feb

☀ Morning ▸ Breakfast + journal ▸ Research Work (RO) ▸ Light stretching

🌿 Afternoon ▸ Deep-clean workspace + tidy up ▸ Lunch+ write up ▸ Catch up on research (editing)

🌙 Evening ▸ Call home ▸ Yoga ▸ Go shopping ▸ Wind down with a movie or podcast

[latinaradfem]

i found my new motto “i am your future boss, not your future wife.”

[holyblanchett]

To the person that isolated Agatha and Rio's vocals during Lorna's ballad I fucking love you and I'm also sobbing so thanks for that

[legodna]

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[dommnics]

Here's a Poison Ivy commission I recently drew, which I really liked!

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[enwoso]

first heartbreak | alessia russo x child!reader

-> based on this request

grumpy masterlist

you'd been counting down the days. every morning before school, you'd wake up and remind your mummy. 'four more sleeps till daddy comes to my game' then 'three more sleeps, mummy!' then two. then one.

and now, finally it was saturday! finally game day!

the sun was just beginning to warm the morning air as your mummy finished tying your boots up tightly for you. you stood swaying from side to side, twisting the hem nervously between your tiny fingers.

you had been up before you usually are, buzzing with excitement, talking nonstop about how your daddy was finally coming to see you play.

alessia, of course not wanting you to see through her slight worry that harrison may not come, tried to be encouraging, forcing a bright smile every time you gushed about introducing him to the whole arsenal squad — the girls having heard a lot about him through alessia and of course you but never bar a few, actually met him.

but deep down there was a weight in her chest. she wanted to believe that harrison wouldn’t let you down — but she knew him all too well, unfortunately.

the arsenal girls had began to gather on the sidelines, all exchanging looks when alessia mentioned harrison was supposed to be coming. they weren’t big biggest fan to say the least but they were there for you. always for you.

the usual little huddle in the middle of the small pitch before the your game started and the whistle blew. you were everywhere, darting up and down the field with your usual enthusiasm.

but every now and then when the ball rolled out of play, you were turning towards the sideline, where your mummy was stood huddled in a long coat and a flask of warm coffee, searching. waiting for his face.

but he wasn’t there.

alessia’s stomach twisted that little bit more as she watched your shoulders slump a little more each time she watched you look over and didn’t see him.

you were still playing, but your usual spark in your movements was dimming. giving away possession which usually players fought so hard to get from you.

there was no joy in your little face. the usual confidence in your kicks faltered and your feet were dragging just that little slower with each minute.

alessia’s heart was aching and there was nothing she could do to fix it. she had told you countless times subtlety to not get your hopes up too much - ‘sometimes daddy gets busy, though’ she had gently told you that morning as she did your hair, kissing you lightly on the top of the head.

but you too excited, just beamed up at your mummy innocently, full faith in the one person who probably definitely didn’t deserve all of it. ‘but he promised me, mummy! he’ll be there.’

and now, as the game went on. alessia watched as the belief was crumbling in real time.

the arsenal girls were all stood cheering, just like they did most saturdays, scattered along the sideline in their oversized hoodies and sunglasses. cheering as if you were playing in a champions league final.

"go on, tiny, get stuck in!" beth yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth.

katie whistled when you made a pass, jumping up to high-five leah. "that’s our girl!"

but you barely reacted.

you weren’t running after the ball like usual. you weren’t looking at your mummy with that same proud little smile whenever you did something good.

your eyes just kept searching the small crowd, your small shoulders curling in on themselves a little more each time you came up empty.

so as halftime rolled in, you were blinking rapidly as your lip wobbled so hard that even the other girls noticed. “less?” leah whispered as she nudged the blonde gently, “what’s going on with tiny?”

alessia’s swallowed hard, shaking her head. trying not to let her emotions spill over in public. “harrison. he said he’d come.”

the girls didn't need any more context than that. "fucking prick," katie muttered under her breath as she shook her head.

"is he serious?" beth scoffed, arms crossed.

"where is he then?" vic asked, already moving towards alexia as if she was ready to call him herself.

“i have no idea,” alessia admitted, pulling out her own phone to check for any messages but there was nothing. just the last text she had sent him hours ago, reminding him the time and location of the match. the text which was still on delivered.

alessia | ‘y/n’s game is at 10:30. she’s really excited for you to watch her play and introduce you to everyone. please, don't let her down.’

he hadn't even read it.

alessia sighed, shoving her phone back into her pocket just as you trudged over to her for a drink, a small pout in your lips.

"hey, baby," she said softly, brushing a hand over your damp curls. "you okay?"

you just sniffled, gripping your arsenal themed water bottle tightly. "daddy’s not coming, is he?"

alessia felt something in her chest shatter at your words, she didn’t want to break your heart anymore than it already was but she also didn’t want to lie to you and say she knew that he’d definitely be coming cause that would just be cruel.

your mummy crouched down to be at eye level with you, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. "i’m not sure, lovie,” your mummy admitted, her voice soft and gentle. “but i do know that i am so proud of you - no matter what.”

you didn't say anything. you just twisted her fingers together and nodded, but alessia could see the hurt settling deep in your little bones.

and when the second half started, you didn't even bother looking at the sideline anymore.

—

the drive home after your match was unbearable.

you had held it together for as long as you could. being a bundle of joy after the win at the end of the game. through the goodbyes of your teammates and the arsenal girls. through alessia’s best effort to keep you distracted.

but the second you both pulled out of the parking lot, the sobs started. loud, gut-wrenching, inconsolable.

"h-he promised," you wailed, your little chest heaving, hands clutching her stuffed elephant like it was the only thing holding you together. "da-daddy said he'd come watch me."

alessia gritted her teeth against the sting in her own eyes, reaching back at a red light to rub soothing circles over your knee. "i know, baby," she murmured. "i know, he did.”

she had no other words. nothing that could take away the hurt sitting heavy in your tiny body. and then, as if the universe was mocking alessia, her phone rang.

harrison.

alessia didn't hesitate before answering, pressing the phone to her ear with a tight grip, her knuckles going slightly white. “where the hell were you?"

there was a pause, it felt long. too long. then rustling. and then a groggy, confused voice—"you what?"

alessia could already feel her pulse hammering in her ears. "y/n’s game, harrison," she bit out, knuckles white against the steering wheel. "you know the one you promised her that you’d be at.”

another pause. longer this time, if that was even possible. and then, his voice, slow and thick with sleep. "what- y/n what- what are you talking about?"

alessia felt something inside her snap.

"are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed, glancing in the rearview mirror at you, as you were still crying into your elephant teddy. "she’s been looking for you all morning. she wouldn't even play properly because she was too busy waiting for you."

alessia could hear rustling again, a muffled groan, like he was shifting under covers. as if he was just now waking up.

"wait," harrison mumbled, still sounding disoriented. "what time is it?"

alessia let out a bitter laugh. "it’s nearly noon."

silence. then, sluggish and slurred— "fuck."

alessia clenched her jaw. she knew that tone. it wasn’t her first time hearing it from him. the thick, hungover rasp of someone who had gone out the night before and hadn't thought about anyone but himself.

she could picture it perfectly—the headache, the dry mouth, the too-late realization. but nothing could have prepared her for what came next.

a slow inhale.a groggy exhale. and then— "whose y/n?—"

the car felt too small, too hot. alexia’s stomach twisted as the words echoed in her ears. for a moment, she couldn't even speak.

had she misheard him? had he actually just said that?

more shuffling. a frustrated sigh, like she was the one inconveniencing him. "alessia, fuck, i’ve just woke up, alright? i know—"

she hung up before he could finish. the sound of the call ending felt deafening in the silence that followed.

alessia could barely breathe. barely think. because that? that was unforgivable.

she had expected an excuse. maybe some half-assed apology. some bullshit about how he lost track of time or how he got caught up at work with something important.

but this? he had forgotten her. not just the game. not just the promise. he had forgotten his own daughter. your name hadn't even registered in his mind.

alessia felt sick.

her hands trembled against the steering wheel, a bitter taste rising in the back of her throat. she wanted to turn the car around, wanted to find him and scream in his face. ‘how fucking dare you?’ ‘how could you forget her?’ ‘how could you do this to her?’

but she didn't. because you were still in the backseat and you were still crying, in fact you were sobbing.

"mummy," you whimpered, voice hoarse from all the sobbing.

alessia immediately reached back again, blindly searching for her little hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "i’m here, baby."

the sniffles didn't stop, but they slowed just a little. "did daddy say why he didn't come?" alessia’s throat tightened. she could lie. tell you something soft, something that wouldn't make the wound deeper.

but then she thought about that phone call. the drowsy confusion. the careless, ‘whose y/n?’

no, she wasn’t going to protect him. she had for far too long. alessia took a slow breath. "he forgot, sweetheart," she said, voice gentle but honest. "i’m so sorry."

you let out another quiet sob. "s-so daddy doesn't love me."

alessia’s chest caved. "no, no, baby, that's not true."

but you just shook her head, clutching your elephant tighter. "he doesn’t, if he did, he would've come."

and the worst part was? alessia didn't have an answer for that.

[jstor]

In a very Shelleyan twist of fate, a manuscript has been brought back to life–not in a lab, but in a library. 🕯️

At Drew University, librarians and students used JSTOR Digital Stewardship Services to catalog and share the unfinished Mary Shelley biography and research notes of Dr. Betty T. Bennett.

“To me, it was kind of giving her work a second life, which is very Frankenstein. Very Shelley.” – Candace Reilly, manager of Special Collections

Alongside Bennett’s archive, a selection of the Byron Society's realia was also made digital. These items include portraits, busts, Staffordshire pottery, and more, all connected to Lord Byron’s myth and memory. The material came in many forms, and Drew’s Special Collections team used JSTOR’s structured tools to catalog it all.

Now, students are getting hands-on experience in digital humanities through two new courses at Drew. One curates articles on social change from The Drew Acorn (the campus newspaper), and the other rescues deteriorating 19th-century pamphlets.

It’s preservation, it’s participation, and it’s a bit poetic, too. Full case study below!

[mysharona1987]

[star-steph06]

idk if you have but i'd love to see selina in your style!

(and maybe selina & talia interaction?)

Selina and Talia!!!

I low key ship these two I’m not gonna lie 🤭 like ditch Bruce and get together.