i will never leave this site because tonight, within twenty minutes, i got an ask telling me i was lying about being a lesbian so i could profit (?) off drawing gay art, immediately followed by someone describing the plot of movie they couldn’t remember the title of in hopes i could help them because they were “too high to google it.” unparalleled website experience.
the movie you were thinking of was muriels wedding by the way.
i was just about to publish a post that was entirely incomprehensible, even to me. i finished typing it and could not make sense of it, reading it back. and then i realized i could have posted it and at least 50 of you homosexuals would have been like “so true king” and reblogged it
fine the post was “as i’m a homosexual (gay), i drive an orange car and often, when i’m rolling along 95 wind out of my hair (my car has a roof thank you,) i wonder if people look at me and think ‘they’re running on lasagna and pussy’.” a useless sentence!
dented my car very badly last week. the lasagna and pussy was a bit too strong, it seems
consider: Quinn sitting on Eliot to keep him from getting up and hurting himself more when the job’s technically unfinished. Just staying there and alternately arguing with and ignoring him until one of the others arrives to bully Eliot to safety.
Please, sir or ma'am, can you keep your plot bunnies under control? My muse keeps picking them up and it’s causing issues
forwhat it’s worth I’m having exactly the same issue!!
forgot i had a whole short comic with brynja planned, sketched, and ready to go from 2 years ago OTL kind of want to properly finish it…was only like 4 pages
Ul’dah was never a stranger to… strange things coming into her fold but this was certainly not like any of the others. The Keeper was by far something that stood out amongst the crowds of the city and easily caught anyone’s eye the moment they caught a glimpse of his form. Something that was more strange was that birds and other various animals seemed to follow behind this Keeper as he would stroll through the town and take in her sights. And the local wildlife wasn’t the only things that seemed to flock to this strange Moon Keeper… children seemed to be drawn to his presence as well and overall… this stranger seemed to enjoy their company and help with entertaining them however he could.
Many things seemed unsettling but also… alluring. Overall, the Miqo’te looked to be slowly growing out of the teenage years and into those of a young adult, somewhere around eighteen or nineteen at a glance. His skin a dark tan color with a hue of dark grey-black to it… an almost earthy tone really one could say as it seemed to make one think that he was one with the forest. More so because of the vibrant white tribal like painted on markings that seemed to give off a moonlit glow to them. Those were not the only things to have this moonlit glow however…
Long, wavy and silken hair made its way down his form like a waterfall to the backs of his knees… it was a very dull silverish hue that emitted a moonlit glow like that of his markings. And if one so chose to look this strange, almost celestial being in the eyes, they would be met with almost solid moonlit orbs from a distance that shared with that eerie glow as the rest of his form did. Of course, getting closer meant that the silver iris would be visible, barely but it was there and the darker silver slitted pupil was also present with the rest of the eye being a grey-ish hued sclera. His makeup, or so one would think, was dark and he had a very dark eyeshadow that made those glowing orbs stand out even more… the darkness continuing down to black lips which shined ever so slightly as well.
He carried himself on the tips of his toes… which seemed almost catlike with paws and toe pads on the bottoms and overall his height was just slightly taller than your average Miqo’te where he seemed to reach roughly six fulms at the top of his head. The biggest feature on his form however was the large and bushy like tail that swayed behind him… it wasn’t like any Miqo’te’s for sure and seemed almost canine like with its structure. This tail, much like his hair, gave off that moonlit glow as well but more concerning was what appeared to be spines that would stick out in the various areas of fur on it… no doubt sharp to the touch.
Dare one approach this strange Moon in the heat of the desert as he took to strolling Ul’dah’s streets once again?
“Are you looking for my fathers…? Do they know you…?”
Information coming soon but if you would like to send any sort of questions for this character feel free poke me, I am still developing him right now and getting his story set. The short of it is that he has ties to Toshinaku and Shodraxz, but what those ties are will be kept secret until I finish work on his page. He’s meant to look like a Miqo’te/Au Ra cross but… turned out more Fae/Elezen Forest Creature more than anything as I got more into the art.
((If you would rather read this on AO3, or would like to leave kudos/comments/bookmarks/etc, it can also be found here!))
Despite all the possible outcomes Hythlodaeus had considered for his stopping by the Capitol, he clearly hadn’t thought of allof them. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to be seated precariously on the edge of Emet-Selch’s desk, his robes rucked up to his waist, while that very same Emet-Selch held him fast.
There was always something delightful about the bustle of life in Amaurot. Creativity abounded - as was evidenced by the stacks and stacks of new concepts that crossed Hythlodaeus’ desk on a daily basis. Even with the still-consistent influx of shark-based designs, there were finally enough other types of flora and fauna mixed in for Chief of the Bureau of the Architect to not want to sweep everything straight into the bin and then scream into a throw pillow. Some of those other concepts were even actually good.
It was the fault of one such concept that Hythlodaeus found himself walking through the streets of Amaurot carrying a box. He would have still been working - and really, he probably shouldstill be working - but the excitement had gotten to him. And the successful creation of something good, especially by someone as self-professed to not be skilled with creation magics, was definitely worth sharing.
Hythlodaeus let himself into the home as if it was his own, sparing no thought for knocking or otherwise alerting the actual resident. For as often as he was there, it was almost like he shared the space officially. “Hello!” he called into the otherwise silent space. “I know you’re home! There was no official Convocation business scheduled.” He toed off his boots with care not to jostle the box, then padded deeper into the living areas.
“Hades, you’re far too– oh.” Hythlodaeus stopped short and went quiet upon finding his quarry.
The other man was sprawled out in a chair, his white hair half fallen into his face. The usual scowling line between his brows was absent, relaxed in repose. As Hythlodaeus watched, the officially-titled Emet-Selch even snored.
It was too cute to interrupt. In addition, Hythlodaeus was always reminding him to get more rest. Waking Hades now would go against everything that Hythlodaeus stood for when it came to his best friend’s health. Rather than waking him, he simply crouched down and set the box on the floor to open it.
The first sign that Hades had awakened was the way his breathing quieted. The second was the small grunt of disapproval.
“What is that thing?”
Hythlodaeus smiled, eyes not leaving the four-legged, fluffy form as it hopped from the box and began to prowl curiously around the room. “It’s a cat.”
“Iknowit’s a cat,” Hades retorted with a huff of irritation. “What is it doing in my house?”
“Exploring, I should think.” Hythlodaeus stifled a chuckle. “They’re notoriously curious creatures by nature. It will doubtless want to inspect its new territory.”
Hades watched the cat for a moment, almost amused, but the scowl returned after only a moment and a sudden realization. “What do you mean its new territory? You aren’t going to leave it here. It isn’t welcome. Besides, judging by its aetherical signature–”
“It’s my familiar, yes,” Hythlodaeus affirmed with a little smile. “I know it isn’t as grand or flashy as something our great Emet-Selch could create, but I wanted to make something for you. Something that would be able to be with you always.” His fingers worried at the end of his short braid, gaze drifting back to where the cat sniffed at furniture. “This way, even if I’m unable to be here, a part of me will always be by your side.”
He didn’t have to look at Hades to know the expression on the man’s face: somewhere caught between his usual mask of annoyance and genuine surprise, with the hint of a blush just touching his cheeks. Even if he knew it was there, he looked anyway just to savor the expression.
Hades cleared his throat and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “…Yes, well. I’m willing to give that thing a probationarystay while you’re here, I suppose. But as soon as it causes a problem it’s no longer welcome.”
“Of course.”
“And I’m not going to clean up after it or anything of that nature.”
“Of course.”
“I mean it. If that thing deposits feces on my rug I’m deleting it.”
“Of course.” Hythlodaeus cut Hades’ additional insistence off with a finger against his half-sneering lips. “I’ll take care of everything. And he’ll take care of you.”
“We’ll see,” Hades allowed. His acceptance, no matter how reluctant, was rewarded with a kiss.
Being a Behavior technician requires a certain amount of dedication to the job — the rigorous type, bordeline rigid. That’s what’s expected to be at peak efficiency regarding analysis protocols and diagnostics for host service and calibration. For that, Vivian thinks she might be the worst tech in her department.
Warning:violence, strong language, gun violence, death of host characters and a bit of angst. Also, humour and kind of a slow burn.
Following the unforeseen events at Ford’s Gala, Vivian is trying to survive. And escape…
Warning: violence, strong language, more gun and knife violence, more angst, PTSD, death of host and human characters. Also, humour, some measure of fluff and resolving slow burn.
Multiple POVs. After leaving Nevarro, Din and the Child go on the quest for Jedi that the Armorer bestowed upon him. But how hard can it be to find one in the entire galaxy?!
Warning: S1 compliant, S2 divergent, SW-type of strong language, a lot of alien and droids languages, blasters and gunship violence, angst, hints of PTSD. Also, goof and humour, friendship, action and adventures.
so it’s 4am and you’ve had three cups of coffee but you’ve only written two sentences. you look at the prompt and find it has ceased to make sense. “how the fuck am i gonna turn this into a 17-page paper” you ask.
never fear! your friendly neighborhood college fuckup is here with an answer. buckle down and get another cup of coffee; you’re in this for the long haul. (literally. this post got long because i’m apparently incapable of writing short posts, but i also pulled a 3.9 cGPA using this method so i’d say it’s worth the read.)
first, a cheat: email your professor and ask if you can use subheaders. subheaders eliminate the need for smooth transitions between portions of your argument and also create a ton of white space, which can help you reach page count.
second, a tip: don’t be afraid to meet with your prof. this essay probably isn’t a take-home exam; it’s likely that your prof set this paper to give you a chance to learn and write about something you enjoy. shoot your prof an email saying “hey, this is what i’m thinking, this is what i’m struggling with, can i meet with you to talk it out?” 9 times out of 10, your prof will say yes. if they say no, talk to another prof in the same discipline. otherwise talk to your uni writing center or a friend of yours. worse come to worst, shoot me a message.
what you’re gonna do now is outline the fuck out of your paper to procrastinate actually writing it.
step 1: take apart the prompt. it’ll be asking for a few different things; mark these things with different cues: brackets, underlining, different colored pens, whatever. this structures your response.
if you don’t know your thesis yet, that’s fine! let it develop naturally as you conduct your research and plan your argument. you can change it as you go - that’s the point of researching the topic. no one will know what your first draft thesis was.
step 2: look at the dismembered prompt. write bullets with brief explanations for how you’ll attack each part of the prompt. these can be detailed or as vague as “look up that one reading and use it as a counter argument.” then figure out the best way to organize the bullets. if nothing makes sense, that’s fine too. you can write each chunk of your argument and structure it later.
these bullets make good subheaders. js.
step 3: under each bullet from step 2, list out what info and evidence you need for that aspect of your argument. don’t worry about details yet; focus on structure. write these bullets as though you’re talking to a friend about what your argument is and why is works. let it be stupid. let it be simple. say shit like “freud was a bitch and i can prove it.”
step 4: now that you have a rough draft of your outline, go back and fill in the details. remember, you’re still outlining! you’re basically redoing step 3 with the bullets you made in step 3. this is the part where i take the most time and put in the most effort.
i tend to reach page/word count easily if my outline is half the length the paper needs to be, so i keep outlining until i reach that point. this ratio might be different for you. if you can figure out your ratio, it can tell you if you need to look for more info or if you’re good to go.
make a note of what you’re citing but don’t worry about actual citations. i like using gdocs because you can easily paste a link to your source in a comment. this way, the sources don’t clutter up your doc or artificially inflate your page or word count.
be silly! be stupid! use swear words and memes and internet lingo. you’re just outlining right now; you don’t need to sound smart and professional. you should be focusing on whatyou want to say, not how to say it.
by the end of this process, my outline is basically my paper in bulletpoint format, without any fancy jargon or quotes or cited evidence, and usually not in complete sentences. i’ve essentially tricked myself into writing my paper by saying “i’m just outlining, it doesn’t really matter.” it’s also less daunting to write the rest of the paper when you know you already have 9 pages done instead of 0.
step 5: write the damn thing! open a fresh doc for your paper and view it side-by-side with your outline. now you get to make your bullets sound pretentious and academic. insert quotes and other evidence. turn “freud was a bitch” into “freud knowingly perpetuated several falsehoods for the sake of his personal gain, thereby undoing decades of progress in the field of psychology.”
don’t worry about citations right now, though! do what you did in your outline and insert the citations as comments at the points where they need to be. creating citations will interrupt your flow.
step 6: once your paper is done, go back and add citations! this can take up to an hour depending on how many sources you have, so budget your time appropriately.
holy shit! you just wrote a whole damn paper! i’m proud of you, buddy. go buy yourself a milkshake and take a nap.
Man I wish I could remain optimistic but the fact that I haven’t heard back from any of the universities I applied to is really making me think I’ve been rejected again :/
1. For some reason, Google Docs makes papers appear a little bit longer than they actually are. Be wary of this when printing off your final paper; you may end up just shy of meeting the required page count.
2. Download the Video Speed Controller extension for Chrome (or an equivalent for other browsers). Save time when rewatching recorded lectures by speeding them up, or slow them down to make fast professors speak more slowly.
3. Make stupid jokes and references in your notes. Don’t be afraid to use curse words and memes. Forming some kind of association will help you remember material better than just rote memorization.
4. A few days before a quiz or a test, ask some of your classmates if they want to collaborate on a google doc review sheet. If you don’t know anyone in the class, ask the person next to you and the person who participates the most in class, or ask the prof if you can make an announcement at the beginning of class. Odds are, your classmates will spread the word, and at least one person will add something to the doc that you hadn’t thought of.
5. Invest in a bulk pack of granola bars. A granola bar and some fresh fruit can suffice as a meal on particularly tough days.
6. You will meet so many people who seem like they’re better versions of you than you could ever be. It’s hard, but try to ignore them. You’re the only person who can be you the best. But also know that you aren’t alone, and your peers probably feel the same insecurity that you do.
7. Take lots of photos with the intention of uploading them absolutely nowhere. Candids, photos with bad lighting, photos of nature and architecture, photos of yourself messing around with snapchat filters. You’ll back on these photos years down the road and cherish the associated memories.
8. Keep looking for scholarships! No one told me you could apply for scholarships after you entered college, and by the time I figured it out myself, I was a semester away from graduating.
9. An easy way to meet people and make a name for yourself is to hand out stickers to your classmates before exams and wish them good luck.
10. Don’t buy books for a pass/fail class. Even if you think you’ll need them. Even if the professor says you’ll fail the class without them. You can get most of the knowledge you need out of class discussion and review sessions with your classmates.
GENRE | angst, fantasy, royalty au, siren au, forbidden love au
WARNINGS | explicit language, major character death, gore, abusive family, panic attack description, medical stitching
SYNOPSIS | y/n l/n is a part of the royal family that rules the wisteria kingdom, a far-off island that is well known for the mysterious abundance of wisteria trees and whispers of sirens haunting the surrounding waters. of course, the rumors of sirens are just that: rumors. that is, until y/n comes across a mysterious boy with a constellation of freckles and an intoxicating voice that beckons them to the water and makes them an offer they can’t almost can’t refuse. almost.
A/N | this is a part of the wilting wisteria collab hosted by @decembermoonskz! please read all of the other stories as they are absolutely incredible and the authors are all extremely talented and lovely. a very special thank you to everyone who is a part of this collaboration, and especially to izzy for giving me this opportunity. my story is somewhat inspired by the little mermaid (the original tale by hans christian anderson) but the writing is all my own. also, the reader is wears dresses and more traditionally feminine clothing throughout the story, but they / them pronouns will be used.
It’s been a ride. Sometimes it was a pleasant one, recently it’s become a very unpleasant one and I’ve decided tumblr has become way too toxic for my mental health and just leaves RAGING every time I log in so I’m leaving.
1. I’m still grateful though, I’ve met some wonderful people on here. Thank you 1,260 bots for following my boring, incoherent, inconsistent ass, thank you those who were always encouraging and supportive, it meant a lot <3
2.As of now, I am not deactivating yet, but leaving this mess of a blog as an archive, but if I find a way to archive the blog while also deleting completely, I will. (But this will take a while since I have no time to look into that before like… November.)
3.I’m not really active on any other social media, and I don’t think I will. I need to take a break of it all.
4. Since I won’t be deleting physically before November, I think till then I might log in once in a fortnight probably on Fridays, to answer private messages, if I have any. But if you have my WhatsApp - please text me there instead. I really do not want to log in.
5. I’m too tired to do this rn but eventually I’ll unfollow every blog I’m following, bc A. even if I don’t deactivate this blog, I am no longer gonna use it B. so when I do my weekly log-in to answer things, I don’t get angry lol.
6.I suggest you all unfollow this blog as well, since like I’ve said, I am no longer gonna blog on here.
7.I am not planning on remaking/creating a new blog or coming back. But I cannot predict the future.
Cheers and take care!
P.S. Do NOT send me any discourse on those PM’s though. I am sick and tired of that. Thanks.
