#writing an essay i will never be graded on

[schlattslambo]

hot for teacher | schlatt 18+

A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3

C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end

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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you aren’t sure why it’s even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.

It’s a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, it’s like you’re not even wearing a shirt at all.

You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.

“Ms (y/n),” Your professor says from the front of the room. “Come and see me please.”

You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didn’t allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.

“Yes, Mr Schlatt?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes at home?” Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, stupid, this is it.” You scoff.

Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.” Mr Schlatt says. “It had a good foundation, but it could use some work.”

“Did I fail the assignment, or what?” You snap. “I worked hard on that essay!”

“You would receive a 50, which is failing,” Mr Schlatt pauses. “This essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.”

“What??” You yelp. “How could I fail?! This is ridiculous!”

“I want you to redo the essay.” Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. “This is an essay template. I’d like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.”

You glare at him. “I’m not redoing that fucking essay.” You growl.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes darken in a way that you’ve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.

“First off, you do not speak to me like that.” Mr Schlatt says. “Second, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?”

Your eyes widen. Surely he’s joking. This is college for fucks sake! He can’t have this power over you. Especially over some essay.

“You can’t do that!” You yell.

“I can and I will,” Mr Schlatt says. “Now, from what I’ve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. I’d like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.”

With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.

Two classes later, you figure it’s best to just go back to Mr Schlatt’s classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.

You have to be Mr Schlatt’s least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and you’re going to give him that respect one way or another.

“Glad to see that you came back,” Mr Schlatt says.

It’s the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sigh.

The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.

“This is stupid,” You grumble. “Why can’t you just pass me?”

“I want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,” Mr Schlatt says. “But I can’t just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.”

You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.

“Is there any other way that you could pass me?” You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes narrow. “No,” He grits. “Now finish writing.”

Thankfully for him, you don’t notice Mr Schlatt’s pants becoming tighter at the crotch. You’re pushing his limits and if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to be pushed into his office’s supply closet and taught a lesson.

“You’re too hot to be this rude,” You grumble.

“You’re too old to be this defiant.” Mr Schlatt snaps back. “You have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or I’m kicking you out and you can fail the class.”

You look up at him and smirk. “Make me.”

The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.

“Get into my office,” He growls. “Now.”

You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” He asks. “Get up and get into my office.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. You’re speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.

With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.

“You’ve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).” Mr Schlatt breathes. “I’m so close to losing control.”

You smile softly. “Then lose control.” You reply.

“You sure about that, dollface?” Mr Schlatt smirks. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” You reply.

In a swift motion, you’re grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlatt’s office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.

“Now, (y/n),” Mr Schlatt breathes. “This is your last chance to back out.”

“No way.” You sigh.

“Stubborn little slut,” Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Now be fuckin’ quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing what a slut you are.”

Before you can respond, Mr Schlatt’s thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully you’re lying on the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” Mr Schlatt smirks. “Is this from being a defiant brat?”

You can’t help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.

“I think you need an attitude adjustment, don’t you?” Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.

“No!” You manage. “I don’t need an attitude adjustment!”

Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.

“Count ‘em for me, slut.” Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “One.”

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK.

The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.

“Mhm.” You sniffle.

“Atta girl.” Mr Schlatt praises. “Now since you took that so well, turn over.”

He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as you’re facing him, he kneels.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Rewarding you, the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. You’re nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlatt’s hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.

He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and he’s flushed, eating you out like it’s his last goddamn meal. He’s slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.

“F-fuck, Mr Schlatt…” You moan. “You feel so good.”

Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.

“Daddy.” He rasps.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daddy.”

You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.

“Daddy, fuck!” You mewl. “Keep doing that.”

Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlatt’s finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises you’re making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.

With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlatt’s cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. He’s sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got his hottest student’s pussy in his mouth right now.

He pulls back once you’re done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.

“Open.” He orders.

You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.

“Good girl.” Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.

“Am I gonna pass?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think you’ll manage a passing grade.”

You leave Mr Schlatt’s office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. You’re sure the next few meetings aren’t going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.

[rewritingcanon]

hpng characters and how they study for exams because im literally dying rn

rose- academic weapon. need i say more. she has the pomodoro technique down pat. she’s the girl at your local library claiming an entire table with an outlet to herself so she can plug her chunky ass laptop into it and make sure it doesn’t explode on her. she has a sugary iced drink near her at all times but she only takes a sip when she feels she’s deserved it. she eats dinner at 1am because she will not let herself move from her desk until she’s completed the practicals she has laid out in front of her. but trust that she’s losing hair and she’s greasy asf and her short fuse is basically nonexistent. she’s also always randomly sick during exam prep, but her symptoms are never bad enough to warrant a doctor’s visit, it’s only hella inconvenient so she’s chugging neuyrofen and vitamin c like her life’s on the line. no special consideration for her. when she experiences one minor setback (technical malfunction, stubbed her toe, bit her tongue etc) she starts angry crying immediately. just don’t speak to her during exam time, she’ll slap you for breaking her concentration.

albus- exam period what exam period. what are you talking about. these assignments aren’t worth half of his grade what do you mean. you’re telling him the essay was due at 5pm today and not 11:59………………. number one— doesn’t cope well at all. in denial until the twenty-four hour mark before his assignments are due and then will lock in as hard as he can but it is absolutely not a pretty process. so don’t even talk to him about it before then. number two— it’s not like he was relaxing during swotvac (idk the british term for swotvac leave me alone) period, my boy was stressed asf he was just procrastinating. you know when you’re too stressed to do literally anything. albus is a prisoner during exam period free my boy. he can’t study, he can’t relax. when he fucks up because of his poor time management he will psychoanalyse everything about himself and convince himself he’s the stupidest mammal to walk on two legs with five fingers. the mental abuse he puts himself through after submitting the shittiest 2000 word essay is crazy. but he is an affront to the english language (he’s surprisingly alright at exams cuz he’s really good at bulshitting, just don’t make him write anything longform 😭 he can’t back up his impassioned opinions with any evidence ok)

victoire- she is the influencer on studytok that makes studying for eight hours straight look like the most aesthetically pleasing pastime ever. her skin is clean, her hair is washed, her clothes are pressed, her eating and sleeping schedule is routine. she’s so not real.

james- most people think he’s an academic weapon because most people will just see the results he gets at the end of the marking period and conclude he’s hella smart. but if they saw the type of basement-dwelling creature he turns into during the study period they would be horrified. he doesn’t touch grass, he doesn’t leave his room, his lips are chapped asf. in fact his room is growing into a whole new ecosystem to account for the cave-dwelling lifestyle james has going on. he’s got the most psycho routine ever, no sane person would replicate this. he’s so mad-scientist-scribbling-incoherent-observations-at-his-barely-lit-desk-at-midnight core. he never sleeps, he only has intervals of three hour naps so it doesn’t disrupt his sleep inertia. friends can’t text or call or reach out to him— he’s on dnd for the next two weeks. you’d think he died. his siblings think he’s doing cocaine in his room to keep himself up. there is the occasional james sighting around 5am where he may trudge out of his room like a night stalker to make himself tea. his face is gaunt and ghostly and his body is brittle and awkward. don’t speak to him because he’s not going to respond he’s too busy spacing out through the entire exam period. if you do get a word out of him it’ll probably not be in a language understood in this world. best he keep to his room.

hugo- he’s absolutely broke yet the only way he can cope is through impulsive storms of online shopping and doing shopping hauls on his close friends. if he had it his way he’d wind down the night with some dti with the boys but hermione has that boy’s arse glued to the dining chair and she and rose are circling hawks scrutinising all of his answers and then insisting to mark his pracs for him. in all realness they do save him because his marks are always pretty good in the end.

teddy- simply did not study if the subject didn’t appeal to him. one of those woke students that truly believed that marks did not equate to worth. knew he would only feasibly want to pursue careers in the subjects he liked so would prioritise one or two subjects. motivational speaker to all his friends. actually didn’t let exams stop him from living his life. his speeches on the wotters aren’t so successful since a lot of them highkey gaf about their results. rose gets pissed off every time he tries with her. victoire politely ignores him. james is disassociating through the entire speech. he doesn’t even attempt it with percy’s kids. bad luck ted.

lily- if there is a person who is the exact type of person who isn’t built for studying, it’s her. she can get away with it at the start of her schooling, because she is quite smart, but when it gets serious its the biggest humbling ever. she just can’t lock in. she’ll have an exam the next day and suddenly she’s knocking on albus’ door and is willing and wanting to listen to him complain about Life Problem #218. she’s suddenly volunteering to help her mum garden and help her dad cook. she’s going to ‘study sessions’ with friends where she forces them to do anything but study. she’s binge watching shows with james. she’s picking up a new hobby in juggling. she’s attacked by a new hyperfixation she can’t get out of her head and she has to spend 6 hours a day looking at fanart. like girl go study. james will give her the most bomb (but lowkey psycho) tips on how to lock in and she’ll get motivated until she looks at her prac and sees an 8 mark short answer question. like goodnight she’s having a nap. also she eats everything in the fridge, no snacks are safe. fuck the no sugar rule fr. she’s not even hungry she just convinces herself she is so she can do literally anything else besides that 8 mark question waiting for her on her desk in her room.

dominique- would drop out.

scorpius- he’s a fucking freak because he probably likes the stress of exam period 💀 like he probs does feel stress about it, but since he’s always constantly stressed out this isn’t anything new to him. “i get to pour over all my in-detail notes i’ve written on all these subjects through the semester again?? and then do an assessment regarding the in-detail notes i have? yippee!!” his optimism is absolutely not shared by his peers but he’s so oblivious to it. he’s fantasising about what topic questions he’ll get and what his damn body paragraphs are going to be. he’s the guy seated behind you in the exam who unintentionally peer pressures you by requesting for another booklet because he’s written too much in the first. he’s the one joyfully skipping up to you after the test is over and excitedly asking for what you wrote about or what answers you got, and when he shares his responses with you, you realise his points were better or his answers were actually correct. and then he’s emailing his teachers every week asking for when the marks will be released because he’s just so excited. weirdo.

[gnomey22]

The Scythe Cutscene: A Failtopia Analysis

At the end of Failtopia Season 2, the final boss (Hank the Demon Lord, also known as Lee) is defeated in two ways - first, a frying pan to the head from Mar, in regular gameplay, and second, a scythe torn through him by C!Failboat, in a custom cutscene.

There’s an argument to be made that C!Fail should not have been the one to get the final blow on Hank, and a good argument too. He was the protagonist of Season 1, who wasn’t especially competent and only really succeeded for plot reasons, and because he got carried. Mar was the protagonist of Season 2, going through the final stages of his redemption arc after being the final boss of Season 1 three years prior. He was defeated with a frying pan to the head then, and defeats his ultimate foe (who takes on the exact same form he did) through the exact same method… only for Hank to revitalise himself after the hit, and get killed by C!Fail’s magic scythe he never uses.

It’s easy to see how Mar got cheated out of his thematic victory, for the sake of C!Fail-centric bullshit. Hank was Mar’s ultimate enemy, given that Mar possessed him for years on end in Season 1, only for him to turn around and pull the same shit on a close ‘friend’ of Mar’s, but his motivations were presented as hatred towards Failboat (the real one) for doing a terrible job of managing the world of Miitopia. A reasonable motivation, ignoring the lack of explanation for how he found out about all that, but it feels a little cheap knowing that his motivation could’ve simply been revenge against Mar for Season 1.

That’s a good argument, but my overanalysing brain came to a different conclusion about these events. Firstly, the finale.

I think it was the perfect conclusion to C!Fail’s character arc. He was largely unhelpful for the entirety of Season 1, despite being the protagonist, because he didn’t put the effort in, and had no leadership skills. These flaws are explored and worked upon in Season 2, where he’s relinquished his leadership position to Mar, and actually puts the effort in to become an indispensable teammate.

In Season 1, the final blow on Mar was not dealt by C!Fail. It was dealt by Smuk, using a frying pan to the head, assisting C!Fail’s attack. He wasn’t competent enough to finish the job without his team, but because he’s the team leader, the burden to take credit falls on him. Mar, on the other hand, has always worked in tandem with his team to dish out hits on the enemies, especially as he cries over their falls. This is a huge step up from feeling so empty inside that he literally killed himself, he’s learning to express his personality.

Therefore, the final blows on Hank are dealt as follows: Mar avenges a fallen teammate by delivering a tearful final blow on Hank, perfectly mirroring the one he himself was given three years prior, completing his redemption arc. Then, C!Fail steps up to the plate to finish the job, using the weapon at his disposal he’s been wilfully ignoring this whole time, completing his arc of learning to be a competent fighter. Mar takes the credit afterwards, because he’s earned it, but C!Fail is the one who talks to the Great Sage and helps to heal Hank, because the single good thing he did in Season 1 was help to heal Mar. He’s still the same optimistic dumbass, but he’s become experienced, and worked in tandem with the team to win this, he wasn’t just carried.

As for Hank’s motivations, he attacked the unnamed Dark Curse for seemingly no reason, unless you consider the fact that he was possessed by a Dark Curse for all those years of suffering. He does, in fact, hold a grudge against Mar, he just has other, bigger priorities. Do with that information what you will.

My point is, there’s a lot of thematic significance to be found in C!Fail dealing the ‘final blow’ with the Scythe, and it’s much easier to find it if you don’t call it the ‘final blow’, singular. Hank wouldn’t’ve needed to revitalise himself if Mar hadn’t killed him the first time. There were two ‘final blows’, dealt by Mar and C!Fail respectively.

All we need now is for C!Fail to be left the fuck alone for Season 3, I cannot stress enough that he doesn’t need any more plot relevance.

[echodrops]

I'm just procrastinating work by thinking about the distressing decline of critical thinking and media literacy, but the take "Writing dark content allows people to heal from their own negative experiences," while true enough, also feels like it is missing a critical dimension:

Fiction needs victims because empathy is a learned skill.

Through sympathizing with the plights of fictional characters, upon whom we can safely project ourselves, we learn to identify with the suffering of others in the real world as well, even those with whom we do not share similarities.

Fiction's central function is the recognition and resolution of conflict, an absolutely vital real life skill that requires the ability to resonate with the challenges of those outside our Self.

Our stories need suffering so the real world can have less of it.

[hearts401]

thinking abt my universe's school system and deciding to draw them working on an essay

[jils-things]

this feels too soon to say because its still not well over a month that i started uni but like...

im quite happy by how things are going now- it doesn't feel all too restrained unlike my past school years. and apart from that, i feel a lot more independent being able to travel miles away from my home which has been my biggest anxiety as i got older. just the fear of getting lost spooks me a whole lot! even if i'm travelling through a planned route, going all by myself is probably the bravest thing i did this year and i say this as an introvert who doesn't go out all too often

[choking-on-roses]

My goal was to grade 10 papers today. I really really reeeeaaaallyyyyy didn't want to and had to fight tooth and nail through the executive dysfunction. I clawed my way through at a pace of one essay per hour. I hated it, but I did it!

It's not even the fact that I reached my goal that made me happy (it was arbitrary). It's the fact that I'm even capable of getting through difficult things I don't want to do at all. I have been working on my self-discipline and focus for years and I'm very proud of myself for how far I've come.

[sexygaywizard]

I wrote 2500 fucking words today and I'm gonna go buy myself a BORGER as a treat

[butterflieswhisper]

FISHIE POV BEASTLIFE SPOILERS!!!!!!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! BEASTLIFE !!! SPOILS!!! FOR FISHIE !!!!!!! ETC ETC!!! how do you make a read more

LAST WARNING !!! BEASTLIFE SPOILERS!!!

GRHAHABDBCJCK THE AMNESIA ??? AMNESIA PLOT IS SO ?&?2&!:&:9\!£\.it's so good it's so good. i haven't seen session 9 yet because i refuse to watch these out of order and i'm still in the middle of season2 with space . but it's ??? so good???? this is partially just a fishie is so cool post tbh but like. oh my god. the editing for episode 5 was phenomenal the buildup to this plot is insane. even before the series began officially theres the static whenever she looks at kiwi in the pre-session episode one.... the set up pay off is so good there genuinely like this is awesome

also the whole "but the feelings are there, and i feel like i lost something precious" bit is really great i just keep thinking of the conversation with moch "We're not married, so it's different this time. It's just a mutually beneficial partnership, nothing more." Yes that entire conversation was a bit but what is mcyt enjoying if not reading way into bits. 'none of us would grieve' <-guy who starts grieving things she can't even remember she lost

anyways. my main thing on my mind is fishie avoiding dingo with her amnesia thing. yeah sure, no repeat of oku/bree situation. but consider also: dingo was an enemy season one. how much can you really rely on "feelings" when you also have memories of them trapping and killing you. how much is the feeling of losing something you don't remember worth compared the knowledge that you set their house on fire every chance you got. sure, fishie avoids dingo because of the oku and bree thing. is it not a little bit also because their biggest memories of dingo Before are of their attempts to kill eachother? dingo is allied this season of course, they've done stuff together more recently, obviously they're on good terms. but is that really worth much if the memory of them being enemies feels more and more recent as time goes on?

Also, fishie talking to moch and space for help with the amnesia thing is also really nice. is that a coincidence? yeah probably. moch, obviously, is part of the lilies. but also: fishie was allied with them in season one. space and moch both. not saying fishie is reverting at all (that's already happened obviously, shout-out to session 5). but surely there's some comfort in the people most positively featured in her concrete memories, isn't there? she can remember season three right now, but is it really a guarantee that she always will be able to. isn't it best to seek out the people she knows she will remember are safe?

i'm still insane about session 5 also but dingo is on my mind because i watched all of space season1 today in one go

also the apology letter actually reads really similarly to her will she left season1 which is like. really sad. it's okay buddy i promise he loved you. it's okay

[girlitfeelsgood]

I'm so nervous about writing an essay for the first time in two years. What if I do horribly 💀

[violentdevotion]

Hi. Op of the college post. I wanted to extend my apology for your friend's death (i actually made the post in memory of a friend who also died) and to ask what major you were in? An essay on hauntology sounds intriguing, id be curious to know more. Well, sorry if this is random and sudden, your tags just jumped out to me in the notifications as the most interesting thing someone left on that post. I hope you have a lovely day!

thank you for your thoughts. i want to extend the same to you, i feel losing a friend so young at such an already tumultuous time in your life is one of the most difficult things to go through, but we did it 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

i studied english literature at uni. the class i wrote the essay on was contemporary world literature and the prompt was 'discuss the importance of grief or loss in contemp world lit and I chose the books Autumn by Ali Smith and Alfred and Emily by Doris Lessing (which if you haven't read already id really recommend). i think the conclusion sums up what my thesis was better than i can now 2 years after writing it

In conclusion, grief and loss within these texts are tied to nostalgia, of either objects, memory, or people. However, this grief disrupts the memory and the linear narrative, and as such time bleeds into eachother. Events from the past cannot be remembered without knowing what is to come, whereas idealisations of the future must be rooted in something from history, the consequence of which is that ‘the futuristic now connoted a settled set of concepts, affects, and associations.’ (Fisher, 2012, p.16). Difficulties arise however when these concepts and associations are established in a history of violence and loss. This exchange expresses the continuous feeling of grief, as characters are repeatedly acknowledging and ‘burying’ what ‘haunts’ them while unable to live in a future without what they have already buried. Evidently, like a leaf ‘so stuck that when it eventually peels away, it's leafshape left behind, shadow of the leaf, will last on the pavement till next spring.’ (Smith p. 259) Contemporary World Literature must constantly acknowledge the past and present while looking to the future, forcing all three to exist concurrently.

dont worry about it being random, i made the joke that the post was made in a lab for me when its actually two people coincidentally relating over similar life experiences. i hope you have a lovely day also :))))

[autism-swagger]

Getting ready for the next stage of my life has made me realize that me being really depressed on and off for years is really fucking up my college opportunities. Crazy how that works haha (<- in immense agony)

[gnomey22]

Canon evidence for EriBo (Failtopia)

"EriBo is a bad ship because it will never be canon!"

Counterpoint: Daniel Failboat is obviously fine with the ship, and there is quite a lot of canon material pointing towards the possibility of it. Such as...

Erica is the only member of the party to find out that Bo is a ghost before S2E18, and she finds out through Bo's own admission.

Among the piles upon piles of compliments and exclamations Erica responds with, is "You're wonderful! How have we never talked before?" I think that first part is a lot to say to someone you only just talked to, considering this very scene shows how Erica uses the word 'wonderful', and the whole line is talking up Bo herself, rather than the mere fact that she's a ghost.

Bo's big development in S2E18 involves Daniel Failboat going into her character menu and altering her Mii itself, giving her a smile. This is something he also considered doing just after the garden scene with Erica, because it clearly meant that much for Bo. He even went into the menu before clicking off of it, so it wasn't just a passing thought.

Erica specifically says "I love it!" in response to Bo's development, which is certainly a strong word to use, especially for someone as usually cold as her.

The very first time Erica sees Bo get hurt in her new form, she immediately rushes to her side to comfort her, before immediately killing every single enemy they were faced with in one attack. Daniel Failboat's platonic explanation for this is, quite frankly, bullshit, and it's never brought up again, so I'd say there isn't one.

Erica and Bo have one of the more insane in-game-relationship-level-to-canon-relationship-level ratio in the entire series, only making it to Level 6 within the game, but canonically, they're most likely on a similar level as Erica and Chi. In case you couldn't tell, that means a noticeably higher number.

My reasoning for that previous statement relates to the party organisation for the final fight against Lee. That being, everyone being sorted onto the same team as someone they're strongly connected to. Shrimp fights alongside her found family, Lee has to fight against all of his worst nightmares, and Erica fights alongside the people she actually likes, that being Chi and Bo. All of these reasons technically go both ways, such as Shrimp being Orion and Bill's found family, and Lee being half the party's worst nightmare. Meaning that Erica was Bo's ideal teammate for the final fight.

I cannot stress enough how many times Daniel Failboat has interacted with EriBo fanart. He's obviously seen a lot of it, he's liked a lot of it, and he's featured a lot of it on his stream countdowns. If he had an issue with the ship, most of what I just said would probably not be the case, or he would've said something about it.

This isn't to say that ships have to have canon evidence to be good, because that obviously isn't true, I just think that using a cringe argument against a ship it literally doesn't work against is stupid, such as saying "EriBo sucks, it can't be canon!" when not only does that not affect the quality of the ship, but they clearly haven't paid enough attention to canon.

[pinejay]

every time i read a dream i wrote down to someone they're like it's like an actual short story, why's it like poetry, u should write books etc. it's funny bc i consider myself pretty awful at writing, especially creative writing, and generally unimaginative wrt fictional worlds.

[jesterwaves]

honestly feel like i totally scammed my high school into letting me graduate. i was a smart kid, but i barely made it. i dont really feel bad about it though, its funny.