#can and have and will write essays abt it

[itsalwaysforyou]

jay not asking coach about letting lonnie onto the team bc he doesn’t want to do anything coach might disagree with…….

#‘coach trusts me…’ like what if i cried #man i wish they made more of a thing of jay being TEAM CAPTAIN #<- i’ve made a post before abt how easily he gives it up & jay not liking positions of power etc etc #but i do think he treats the role like it could be taken away at any moment #coach TRUSTS him. holy shit coach trusts him #the first positive adult figure in his life trusts him to take care of the team #train them and critique them and lead them to victory #and coach probably wouldn’t have cared abt lonnie being on the team #but jay is sooooo hesitant to ask #coming from the ‘if you want it take it and if you can’t take it break it’ guy #like this is the one thing he doesn’t want to risk breaking……. #and then obviously he gives it up!!!!! #he gives up the thing coach TRUSTED HIM WITH bc it was the only way to let lonnie on the team #& mr ‘my only dislike is women being unhappy’ was like I CANNOT REST UNTIL LONNIE IS ON THE TEAM #it’s suchhhhh a sweet gesture not only from a hashtag feminism standpoint #but also character wise for jay #like this precious thing that coach has trusted him with but didn’t really want that much anyway….. #it’s going to mean more to lonnie if she had it. even though it means everything to jay #oh it makes me crazy #damn my mum was right. i think too deeply about things #im like i analyse things a normal amount and then i’m writing essays about 1 line from descendants 2 #I AM UNWELL #anyway. jesus christ #descendants #jay son of jafar #EDIT i’m not finished actually #do you think jay fears the repercussions? what would happen if he went against coach’s word? #bc sure. he knows coach is nice. he knows auradon isn’t like the isle #but. ‘you don’t want to be at my house at dinner time’……. #he is still scared of his dad. you know. he can never get the lamp he can never do anything right

[officialspec]

ill be honest as much as i love to criticise the use of fatphobia for comedy ill never be able to hold the fatphobic jokes in kung fu panda against it

like yea those movies are guilty of dipping into The Usual Tropes for a cheap laugh but not only is the character writing for the fat characters the strongest and most sympathetic ive Ever seen literally just the character designs of the pandas in the 3rd movie get me choked up sometimes. theyre all so appealing and clearly treated with the same care and attention as everyone else without copping out and making them Barely Fat. po is already a size that doesnt exist in film protags and hes still the thinnest person in that whole village and that meant a lot to me

#i havent seen the movies in ages but the design of the ribbon dancer is sooo . AUGH #like not just to have that many fat characters but have them be REALLY fat without being treated as ugly or nasty #OR THEIR FATNESS BEING TEMPORARY !!! its their natural state thats how theyre meant to look!!!! #its easy to get caught in the thinking of like. having fat characters be a minority in a lineup to reflect 'real life' #EVEN THO that isnt always true but regardless #having a cast where the nonfat characters are so few and far between theyre hardly present at all. so fucking enriching 2 me #imo writing-wise the third one is by far the weakest but it still is just so important to me that they designed the pandas like that #can i kfp post on main is that allowed #idk i watched a video essay im emotional abt this again

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[hootiee]

After re-watching the new Blue Exorcist anime episode (ep.4) I can't stop thinking about how this arc should have been adapted soo many years sooner. it came out 10 years ago. And THIS is the true quality writing this series is known for and what truly pushes fans into really getting into it. Yes, this series is a slow burn/in-for-the-long-haul and the waiting always pays off tremendously, but I still believe it should not have taken THIS long for it to be adapted into an anime.

And it just sucks. It sucks even more that even the biggest anime-only fan's sole interaction with this series was nothing more than the mere introductory premise and never got to the true plot of this series for over than a decade since the first season. I can't help but pity them, at least in the manga it took around 5(?) years for this arc to start, it should not have taken any longer than that after the kyoto saga adaptation imo.

This series has soo much to say with so many stories left unexplored in the anime and yet the wider anime community still calls it "mid" based off the shitty non-canon season 1 ending that unfortunately left everyone with false impressions of this series. It says A LOT how the majority of people who have read the manga agrees it's phenomenal, miles better than the anime.

And it just frustrates me because Blue Exorcist could have still kept up the huge audience and the reputation & recognition it deserves for it's level of quality writing, especially for shonen. Instead of bearing the fate of its audience whittling away over the years due to the anime's mistreatment and the only fans remaining are the loyal manga fans. This series deserved better treatment years ago, but late is better than never.

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #aoex #blue exorcist season 3 #ao no exorcist season 3 #always fighting between 'this series deserves so much recognition' vs 'i must gatekeep this from shitty anime fans at all costs' #but this series at the bare minimum deserves THIS arc to be adapted. #it also just sucks that the only way for a series to get popular is thru anime adaptions but whatever that wont go away anytime soon #the marketing for this series in the west by viz is definitely partially to blame for its audience declining over the years. #anyways watch the new season. and better yet read the manga too! ITS STILL ONGOING NEW CHAPTER DROPS FEB 1ST #READ IT ON VIZ SHONEN JUMP OR MANGAPLUS BOTH ON DESKTOP AND APP. LEGALLY. AND MANGAPLUS APP HAS THE FULL CHAPS FOR FREE #me when i have the aoex autism instead of the good at math autism and writes an essay abt it at 10pm at night when i could be doing smth el #also hi new fans or returning fans. im chase u probably have seen me or my posts/art around #im arguably the most autistic aoex fan ever 😁😁 can u tell

[daz4i]

wait so chuuya has angel imagery about him in stormbringer. and dazai is referred to as a demon on more than one occasion. and. hold on. wait. I'm going insane. hold on.

#don't try to figure out the grammar of this post I'm too lazy and having too many thoughts for that rn. #ANYWAY are they literally an angel/demon ship. in a way. bc if so. the dan rights are insane #I've been thinking abt this for awhile idk why it took me so long to post abt it #I'm ngl demon dazai as a concept is already enough to give me rights personally he truly is just like me fr #and . you know how insane i am abt angels. tbh chuuya would make a really good angel he's loyal and has humanity issues doesn't he. #also he is a Fucked Up Creature :) love that about him. but yeah that's another part of it #i wish there was like. more of that. more than just that one time symbolism. i need more. so i can write an essay abt angel chuuya #(if there is and i just missed it PLEASE send it my way. i am asking nicely 🔫) #(ig you could argue he's like an angel saving the ada in this arc but... eh that's not direct enough for me)

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

#which necessarily of course says something abt their (non)whiteness #(i had all these words in quotation marks first so mentally add those to whiteness too) #but we've them be black for all of 1.5 episode now so #lets see how that develops you know #also i dont think i understand the politics of that part well enough to say much abt it #not that i probably understand the politics of these parts better but #im annoyed enough abt this Thing happening these years. in these 20s i guess. the 'representation' thing #to complain abt it anyway #the dsm isnt real and it isnt gonna fuck you buddy #maybe i'll read some books and then one day i'll write an essay driven by spite and pettiness #i wonder if i can make the thesis statement about the tension between their status of main character #in a 60 year running family adventure show vs this therapy thing we're doing now #like. you cant do that. in terms of like. what story is and does. what a character is and does. it strains #in an interesting way. like im not saying they Shouldnt have done it. im just observing. that you cant do that really. i think #or maybe you can! but i'll find that out #i also dont know shit abt narratology or whatever so. need to read books first. sigh #always have to pause my thoughts to read myself in first its so annoying. esp bc i rarely really do #bc then new thoughts new things to do you cant do EVERYTHING. you can do almost nothing. bane of my existence really #but like you might even be able to say smth interesting here about whether you can call them traumatised at all #remember that article i saw around on tumblr a few years ago i think that was abt like. some scholar in the middle east maybe #saying that ptsd is a western thing bc it necessitates a Post #all of this is western. psychiatry is western. its all stories. how you conceptualise trauma is a story #whos Other is story #where youre from is a story what you stand for is a story who you are is a story #ah. checked the article. dr samah jabr. palestinian. i'll start with her book maybe

[mr-iskender]

Not to get lost in the narratives and such, but I think it's a wild thing to take a young player with fire in his belly who will be the first to admit that he was never even the best player in his junior teams made it to the NHL it's because he clawed his way thru via any means necessary, and to tell him, I want you to look at this example of all things beautiful about hockey, and do everything exactly as he does it.

And how all of that, instead of breeding resentment can turn into devotion. I'm thinking of faith and how Bergy will be the first to talk about all the ways in which Marchy made his game better, of two people who pushed and balanced and completed each other, who worked so well because they were so different in so many ways, two people who would suck at being each other. And what happens when, you say now you take over. Now you lead, on your own.

And I guess I'm also thinking of that 22 year old with a chip on his shoulder who was told: you will never be the best player on ice as long as he is on the ice, so I want you to be second best.

#brad marchand #boston bruins #patrice bergeron #marcheron #i have so many feelings about captain rat #the be second best story is from marchys players tribune article #also like i can write an essay with a bibliography but in brief consider: #that btb segment around his 1000th game where he is laughing abt a text from torey #which said bergy got hat trick on his 1000th - chances are you will get suspended #and marchys latest comments re how he thinks its dumb to take off any og the final reg season games #and how rest is for the weak #and also how marchys leadership style is so wildly different than bergys #BUT IT WORKS #and bergy saying he stayed away from the rink for a few months once he retired #bc he didjt want to be a distraction or get in the way of things #idk man idk

[transmaverique]

"TME privilege" and "AFAB privilege" do not exist in a meaningful capacity. non-transfems are fully capable of and often do leverage transmisogyny against transfems in queer spaces. that is a real dynamic that exists. but i think it's a huge mistake to treat lateral bigotry as another privileged/oppressed axis

... in my experience, these phrases serve only one purpose

"TME privilege" and "AFAB privilege" equate you with cisfemininity. a trans man uses his assigned sex to gain sympathy from cis women to hurt trans women. an ftx enby has more privilege than a trans woman, bc they are interchangeable with cis women

they flatten our experiences with transphobia and ignore the massive span of gender expression we have. a trans man is not usually capable of "utilizing his ASAB", he is more likely to be isolated and mistreated bc of his transmasculinity. an ftx enby can look like fucking anything, not every nonbinary person looks like or are treated like women - and when they ARE it certainly isn't a privilege.

what is really meant when someone says you have "TME privilege" or "AFAB privilege" is that they think you have cis privilege. whether its the privilege of being perceived as a cis man or a cis woman, that is what they mean. to me, this is like saying a closeted trans woman is benefited by the patriarchy bc she is treated as a cis man. maybe that is true in some very very limited capacity but her transness will ALWAYS be present and her transness will ALWAYS come before her supposed "male privilege". MY transness will always come before my supposed "TME privilege".

#chattering #i also think tme privilege can be used to equate transmascs w cismasculinity but i dont have as many concrete thouhjts on that #partially bc this was somewhat inspired by my research for my essay im writing which is focusing mainly on the transmedicalist attitude tow #rds enbies and how that has expanded into the online trans community at large #so i was mainly thinking abt how trans transphobes treat enbies like we're AFAB by default and the blend of transphobia/sexism that results #from that assumption

[cardworksartblog]

"To be praised by carnality and hunger incarnate...

... is to doom yourself to following it's teachings."

#rain world #rainworld #slugcat #rainworld oc #slugcats #slugcat oc #slugcat oc tag #Cannibal Tag #Pinecone Tag #i could write essays abt how fucked up and yet not comically evil Cannibal is #she literally EATS BABIES and i have somehow pulled off making her morally dark-grey. #because. she's a fact of the world she lives in taken to an EXTREME #you need to kill to survive here. if you do not fight you are prey #and prey is hunted. #is she barbaric and also a chronic surplus killer? absolutely. #but she acts in such a way that its like. morally grey. #if you can properly defend yourself without the use of bombs and the like she will respect you as an equal. #if you have the guts to challenge her for her territory she will give you a fair fight. #if you have what it takes to *survive* she will ignore her instincts and give you her respect. #cannibal's not a mindless murderer. she's bloodthirsty absolutely BUT. she is also incredibly smart and crafty #also. peep the new canni design lmao #i made her look more Distinct compared to my other scugs! because shes so fucked up #ngl i wanna go around and give a bunch of my scugs redesigns that make them mors distinct lol

[benetnvsch]

ok so,, I didn't plan on sharing this at first bc it was part of a silly warmup but once again I find it so funny that im sharing it- it is a redraw of that one catcrumb image (just look up the text but with purple) - one of The Images Ever I love it-

#CAN y'all tell finals is really getting me? #gotta write a 1k essay abt a personalized yoga routine and I just #do not wanna do it and so im drawing Kunikida instead #expect more Kunikida art I am just very distracted atm DKJDKJ- #I prommy I will get to the rest of y'all requests #:catnod: #anyway- #kite draws #kite watches bsd #bsd #bungou stray dogs #kunikida doppo #Kunikida deserves to lose her shit- as a treat #autocorrect keeps on smiting my tags leave me alone #meme #vagued in my last post I had a Kunikida piece to share and this is Not IT dw- I have a better one I mayyyy finish in a few hours? #maybes tomorrow? who knows #ALSO ?? wtf color is Kunikida's hair? I always thought it was greenish but like?? idk :< #ik it's Not Supposed to be greenish but like- #green

[soldier-poet-king]

Got asked for my professional opinion today on a complex legal issue by a much senior coworker 😭🥺 on the basis of my response, i got asked to join in on a meeting with some higher ups to explain what I had explained to said coworker 😭🥺 I am going to get a good grade in Career and Being Smart, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

#alas my boss isnt here today to see how smart and competent i am when ppl as abt stuff I actually know abt #im sorry. i find thid one weird niche legal thing. SO INTERESTING #it was a sort or coworker who asked. shes also an archivist. but soon to be retired. and for a related but separate org #but our offices our next to each other #and i got to be smart and competent:) #nothing like riding that high of being extremely knowledgeable abt random specific things #its like. the same high i got from being in school #i DONT miss writing a billion essays a term. i DO miss positive reinforcement and academic approvak #since academics is the only thing i was ever good at #yes yes gifted kid burnout but more like. i was a poorly adjusted mental ill kid but i did Good In School tm #so no one ever bothered to help me. and now academics are the only way o can feel valued #I LOVE BEING COMPETENT AND SMART. #there i said it. i AM a horrible prideful gremlin #and its been a year since grad and thats the longest I've ever gone without teacher/professor approval #im dying. need me some external validation #i am goid at what i do. there i. said jt #i am a good information professional. i like metatdata. and finnicky digital files. and obscured IP issues that only affect #*affect very certain types of fonds #I EVEN LIKED REWRITING A LEGAL DEED #who have i become. alternate universe me was a bureaucrat. im so sorry. i love paperwork #and i love being PRECISE. everything needs to be finnicky and exact and say what it means and mean what it says #and it all has to be in service of smthn bigger and greater and more good #ironically. in my personal time. i am. messy lil bitch. but theres no room for finnicky wordsmith puzzles irl #i like this far more as a job. #sorry rae we were just talking abt how u hate medical records management and here i am like. 😍😍😍 legal issues in archives

[constantvariations]

My scavenge for screenshots that I might use in an upcoming video essay led me to Lilith Fairen’s blog where, lo and behold, she apparently saw this post of mine and decided she had to talk about it

That’s an interesting way to say “the blog has me blocked, so I can’t reblog the OG post.” Fairen, you know what a block means, right? It means I don’t consent to you being on my damn blog. So either you don’t understand what boundaries are or you think it’s okay to ignore them so long as it’s the right kind of person you’re invading. Neither of which reflect well on you

#rwde #lilith fairen #while i could go through her post and tear it apart point by point #i got shit to do. my essay aint gonna write itself #and itd be redundant since my essay is in part abt how people willfully misinterpret adam for their hate wanks #maybe i will anyway since i have her whole post but this is the thing thats pissing me off. dont fucking lie that rwde hates disagreements #i enjoy talking to people w different perspectives. an anti rwder and i once had a v pleasant talk despite a v rocky start #we even reached a conclusion with mutual understanding of each others positions and reasonings #but lilith doesnt want to talk. she doesnt want to look at how flawed rwby is unless its in a way that can be used to bash others #and it'd be pointless considering she's never going to change her mind no matter what any of us say #if she was here for honest. good faith discussion abt a cartoon she wouldn't be blocked by the entire damn tag #so lilith kindly take the planet sized hint and leave people the fuck alone #you wanna bitch and moan abt dex stalking or bullying or whatever to you but then you turn around and do shit like this #treat others how you want to be treated. when you act like an invasive asshole guess what people are going to start reflecting back at you

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

please can my ability to hyperfixate transfer to the things i actually need to get done

#personal #random #euuugh #why is it that i can write so much abt aus or characters or ocs and stuff in the tags or posts #but when it comes to an essay i go blank #we're blaming this on the lack of sleep cuz i have ideas but can't focus when the back of my head is living through kennedy's assassination #see this is why you don't go to bed at 2 in the morning and then wake up at 5 kids #anyways #thank gravity i pre-write things

[jrueships]

getting told my professional emails are like fun bedtime stories that get reread & reread& reread by the people i send them to bcs they're always apparently very long(😦😦😦😦), humorous(?!?!??), charming(??), & never have a sequel bcs i do not respond after sending one 😦

#being that one kid who got in trouble for writing off the lines of a written test segment haunts me. literally haunts me #it's not a flex actually bcs there were times in english where i would write more pages for an essay #and get a 95 while someone who wrote it a day before and hit the min word requirement got a 97 #LIKE!!! #IT'S . A CURSE. #NOT BEING ABLE TO CONDENSE OR CONFORM IS A CURSEEEEEEEE #DO U THINK I LIKE OVERTHINKING AND OVERACHIEVING THINGS???? #NO!!!! I DONT!!!!! #i havespent HOURS on smthing like emails that shouldve been SECONDS #IIIIIII!!!! DONTNKNOW WH Y!! #AND THEN ALL ILL GET BACK IS okay. thank you ted. LIKE JUST SAY U THINK I HAVE RABIES OR SMTHING #i WISH i was into math i WISH i was GENUINELY into SCIENCE! WHY WORDS WHY WORDS NO ONE EVEN CARES ABT WORDS!!! #ARGHHHHHHH I HAT E VALUING EFFECIENCY THEN BEING UNABLE TO DO THINGS IN AN EFFECIENT MANNER TO oTHERS!!! #mY brain THINKS it's being effecient by HYPEREXPLAINING EVERY LITTLE DETAIL THAT IT HAS CONSIDERED TO BE POTENTIALLY CONFUSING IF ABANDONED #IT T HiNKS!! it's HELPING!! #MY BROTHER IN BRAiN! YOU ARE NoT HELPING!!!! YOU ARE GIVING PEOPLE DRY EYES & FATIGUE!! #ARGH! ARGK! #EVERY WHERE I GO IM COMEDY #and i HATE.IT. #BCS IT'S NOT THE COMEDY I CAN CONTROL #life is a sick comedy of underlying helplessness and we're all lear's jesters in the end in the end in the #anyways. #im glad they find it funny #at least

[vrains-rewrite]

hello everyone, today I think we’re just gonna do proper intros for each of the creators of this (well. I might actually be making Utopia’s for her bc she doesn’t wanna be a tumblr user but I got her to do a picrew to represent the ?vibes? she wants to convey so thats something, I’m doing one and I’m gonna force Void to as well lmao)

- Teal

#not putting this in main tags and I don’t think I’ll put the intros themselves in either #because it isn’t really important to the story #but rn we’re still in the ‘make a plan’ phase #so we don’t have much else to say 😅 #but the plan is definitely planning (aka I’ve been relentlessly writing informal essays to Utopia. only pausing to stim abt how cool it is) #idk I’m just so excited about this project :) #but yeah no because the blog is new idk if it even can show up in tags yet #it takes 24h doesn’t it?

[waterloggedtomorrow]

A lot of posts have been spilled abt being taught to write a 5-paragraph essay, but Personally I think the biggest failure of My academic writing education was that no one sat me down + told me to use headings. So much hullabaloo about how to Structure an Introduction or whatever: you can just write "introduction" at the top + write your introduction + then when you want to move onto something else, you write "something else" and bold it and everyone knows you've moved on.

#obviously you don't really need them if your essay is only 5 paragraphs #+ maybe this is also a failing of the particular classes I took + writing I did but #''how do I let people know I have moved on to talk abt something else'' #just throw up a heading! #very helpful for me as someone with a more conversational writing style as well #I can do a little digression + you know it's not the focus of the paper bc I didn't start a new section for it