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medstudiees · 5 months
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holidays are made for endless reading sessions ❄️
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stuckinapril · 7 months
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libraries were literally created for lonely little girls who would then go on to become lonely fully grown women btw
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queer-ragnelle · 6 months
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list of medieval literature with links to read.
i’ll continue to update with more texts, better scans, & different editions. enjoy!
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obsob · 10 months
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muse :3
✹prints shop!✹
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xotrash · 3 months
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cozy
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medstudsposts · 4 months
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Day 50/100 of productivity
• histology study
• anatomy class
• anatomy study 1 hr
• genetics study 1 hr
• went for a walk
• read 30 pages
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inthepalmofmyhand · 4 months
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trying to stay productive so bad >.<
but I'm getting there...
Today I'll go study in the library, then I'll take part in a study for one of my psychology courses and finally in the evening I have schedualed a dance class with one of the most famous dance teachers in my country. Hope it will turn out good :3
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motivatemycollegelife · 2 months
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Needing inspo 💜
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likeshestoleit · 4 months
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a very low maintenance study set up 🙃
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lacaffeina · 1 year
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27/5/'23 › 6/40 days of productivity
probably the busiest saturday i had in a while; revised just a little in the morning, got called in for work, drove back for a coffee with a friend and then headed straight for a concert. had a few moments of reflection throughout the day, so i will call that productive. otherwise, i haven't done much.
study time: nonexistent
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crybaby-bkg · 9 months
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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst
When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.
It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.
“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.
“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.
“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.
“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.
“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.
“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.
“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.
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medstudiees · 9 months
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current journal (a paperblank flexible notebook), new pencil pouch and current read: Jane Eyre☕️🫶🏻
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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every time i walk into my local library i make sure to look at the receptionists with big wet eyes before heading to my corner to study bc i really want them to hire me as a part-time aide
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aledethanlast · 6 months
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Confirmed TSC opens with Jean having the mental breakdown of his fucking life at Riko's death until Neil breaks his door down like bitch we gonna party tonight
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jebiknights · 4 months
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I don't mind headcanons that Bail and Obi-Wan were friends before the clone wars started (and I don't think we're told either way in current canon - as far as I'm aware), but the legends meeting -> near death Speedrun to being TOO close is still my favorite iteration.
Bail being like hey I have a spy who has information on the Sith/a Sith planet but we have to meet her in person to get the goods. Obi-Wan, recovering from a speeder crash, being like this feels like a trap but we really can't ignore this Intel can we. Them getting stuck on a small ship together. They both think each other is kind of stuck up. Bail watching Obi-Wan meditate shirtless.
Meets the spy only to immediately get caught in a firefight and Bail has to experience the realities of war for the first time and it changes his view on the conflict forever. They get to the Sith planet and it is immediately Obi-Whump time in the best way, they are both having the worst times of their lives. They still aren't really getting along. Obi-Wan has to get Bail to promise to kill him at one point if it gets to a certain point. They manage to make it out through the skin of their teeth with five million in jokes and a friendship so close that it makes literally everyone else uncomfortable. What could be better than this.
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icemintfreeze · 3 months
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Fear Garden cast pt. 1 (let’s pretend pencil’s scarf has polka dots, much to flowers dismay)
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