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dolugecat · 3 years

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On some Japanese social issues I had learned about at uni and abroad):

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Legit had an epiphany about the true hidden meaning of the last arc of Mob Psycho 100. It’s hella projection but for real there is nothing neurotypical about Mob or Mob Psycho. I do not wish to enforce my interpretation on others (ironic bc I do that all the time but this is a serious social theory). There are some interesting and very sad social issues in Japan that the west really doesn’t understand but would I think help people understand a lot of context behind not only Mob Psycho, but also a lot of other anime. I learned this at my shitty university (prestigious but horrific) and while studying abroad in Japan and talking with Japanese peers. Get ready here we go (and tw for bullying and darker things):

Unfortunately in East Asian education systems, bullying can be extremely intense. Growing up I assumed it was over exaggerated extremely in anime for drama but it really can be so horrific. From what I’ve heard, there is often a single kid or so who is just shit on by everyone else, even the teacher. Mogami land *is* the reality of some Japanese kids. I’ve read that in Korea, this social punching bag sometimes is just the darkest skinned person (yayyy colorism /angry) and or someone who does not fit in. I mean, we have that in America too, but maybe not as common for the bullying to be as focused on one misfit rather than several. These kids just can’t escape the stigma too, kids from other schools find out they were a major victim at their old school and it starts anew. Thus there is so much stigma and incentive to join in on bullying so you aren’t the one. Sadly, this also ofc leads to higher suicide rates. That’s where the “shoe on building roof” anime trope comes in, bc somehow taking off shoes is relayed to death (I forgot why sorry)

There is a difference in how intense in general high school vs college is too. In the West, commonly college is the more intense curriculum and is harder than high school, but in Japan it’s usually the opposite. Grind suuuupppeeerrrr hard for entrance exams (huge standardized tests that determines what college you can qualify to) bc unlike the ACT or SAT here, that test is by far the most important factor for college admission. Then chill and relax a bit in college. Can’t relate. Name and prestige is very critical for job application, more important than here. That’s why planning out your future is sooo much more intense for Japanese high schoolers than in America, and why there is sooo much more pressure to excel in high school than here. Japanese school years and holidays are done different than ours, I’d suggest looking it up.

Social prestige of going to an American high school or college is nuts. Like whyyy do you value our shitty education, Japan’s is much higher quality (it’s bc we neo colonized them). Being able to speak English is very, very highly valued and any association with Americans make you cooler. From my experience, some Japanese students got very excited to practice speaking English with us, and their biggest issues with learning it is pronunciation, lmao. Wasai english is unique slang that is indeed English words but it’s kinda different and it’s kinda jarring to remember lol. So, Teru having parents that are working overseas isn’t too uncommon, idk about leaving him absolutely alone, but I did have a ex-friend who just came from Japan in middle school who’s situation probably wasn’t too far off from that. Empty wealth with no love, it’s no wonder those kind of people can end up being huge bullies (minori?)

I did a presentation on 引きこもり(hikikomori) for which means “shut in”, (like Serizawa) and it’s fucked up. It’s a social phenomena where according to some Japanese researchers a mix of undisciplined parenting, guilt/not living up to expectations, and hopelessness makes an alarming amount of youth/ young adults literally never go out side their house/room. Often a parent is “enabling” the behavior by supporting them, but idk the articles seemed a bit victim-blaming to me when I read it, but I don’t think I should make a judgement too hard, not my place. I will say I do suspect and believe I read something to support that ASD might play a role in hikikomoris (there is pitiful resources for autistic people in Asia, much much less support than even here, to the point I don’t think most know it exists). Like come on, with the other points I laid out my personal opinion as an Asian American with autism is that it really seems it’s unknowing ableism against autistic classmates, but I didn’t grow up in Asia so I don’t want to say.

Mental health in general is tragically quite abysmal in Japan, and with it being so hyper competitive and brutal work culture, it’s no surprise birth rate in Japan is so low; some Japanese young adults say it seems unethical to bring a life to such hostile world. Suicide rate is of the highest in the world. It’s fucked, I’ve interacted with some of the locals in Tokyo and they were so nice, but the business men just looked dead inside, it’s so sad.

Relationships between child and parent is also strained bc of this intense work and school culture. Quality time is too scarce when you gotta work so much. And the pressure from parents to do well in education or else you might end up socially stigmatized is rough. Bc your job is who you are, it’s hyper capitalism (thanks us for making them do this)

With autism being so unknown, support for parents in raising autistic kids is almost nonexistent. What happens if the “darker” side of ASD shows up in kids? I used to be a menace when I had meltdowns, I felt so bad but really just became so indiscriminately violent. See where this is going? Legit, I think ESP is a sort of metaphor for neurodivergance to ONE. There is so much stigma around it, and even less way for kids to understand why they are different than the others. My Korean family can’t admit we all got ASD, too much fear and internalized shame.

I got finally diagnosed with ASD as an adult and I’ll tell ya, I relate too much to Mob hurting Ritsu. I felt so bad, but also not in control, I knew what I was doing but not how to stop. Luckily, is was blessed in that my hyperfixations involved science and logic, so I did well at school. Sadly, our boy Mob just don’t got the passion or ability to do well at school. His kanji is very bad, even to point of not being confident he wrote a kanji (世) they learn when they are 9, in elementary school (thanks @katyatalks). Him being a bit berated by his parents for having bad grades and bending spoons seems harsh to Westerners I think, but IMO it’s pretty tame from what I’ve seen of some Asian parents (I get to say that lmao). Ofc, however the shaming is very real and Mob just agreeing with them about how weird and stupid he thinks he is so sad. There is even more pressure for the eldest to be better than here, I feel from some interactions. Nonetheless, it’s implied Mob is quite emotionally detached from his parents, even though he loves them, which also adds to his emotional complex. Combined with originally fragile self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, we got one emotionally stunted boy. However, contrary to common belief people with ASD are sometimes hyper empathic and experience emotions very intensely. We are prone to having “meltdowns” which if not assisted with can be quite violent if very intense. For me, my worse meltdowns as a kid came from when I didn’t understand why I wasn’t getting what I wanted, it seemed selfish and cruel of me but I couldn’t control it. I wanted to be a good kid, so why did hit my moms leg at target when she refused to buy me Pokémon toys? I couldn’t come up with a good reason for why my mind just commanded my body to do bad things, just a single thought was controlling me, I want I want I want I want I want ____. Which I argue could be what ???% represents… bc well…. Yeah….. hmm….. not in control of self (mob unconscious), selfish (not actually, I’ve forgave myself but my “normal” kid self was so ashamed), destructive, hurt family, wanting to stop but can’t, that’s kind of…. Too relatable.

But legit, since realizing my new HC, I’ve started to think of the last chapter of mp100 when I “explode” and it helps me feel better and I do gain “control” a bit easier. I don’t feel so bad anymore either, Mob!

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #my post #mp100 headcanons #welcome to my hc #asd #autism #actually autistic #kageyama shigeo #mob #mp100 meta #Japanese society #japanese culture #meta #mp100 analysis

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soren1830 · 2 years

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So a couple weeks ago I went to uni doc to talk about anxiety and came out with a suggestion to screen for ADD.

I have just taken my first dose of ADD meds today, and I am waiting for it to kick it. I admit to being rather nervous so imma type out my experience/ thoughts as I wait.

So a little background. I am in my third year of college/university in the US. That is actually a key reason why no one ever suspended anything, not even myself. I got into a major engineering university! There can't be anything... Wrong (not the best word but IDK) with me. I was the girl who got through all my education with A's and B's. Sure, a couple of those B's could have been As if I hadn't forgotten some homework, but I was doing good!

Everytime an ADd or ADHD post came across my dash, I would laugh at the similarities to myself. "ah! That sounds like me! But I was a good AP Psychology student! I know you don't self diagnose ever!"

Since starting uni just over 3 years ago, my grades slipped. I just could make myself study. Homework and labs, I could focus on just enough to finish most if not all of it. Albiet done in one sitting just before the deadline. But studying? I just could not do it.

At first I thought it was the transition to college. Then I thought it was the pandemic and online learning making it hard. And then, I thought it was just me.

My mom would call often, asking if I had done my work or gone to class or how my grades were. More often than not I lied or fudged the truth. I was the oldest kid. I didn't rock the boat. I was just... Not working right.

After talking with my parents, we knew there was something wrong in my head. I needed to be focused. So we came up with a plan. I would drive home on the weekend so mom could keep me focused as she always had done. And I would get help on campus for the anxiety I had been feeling. After all, I would ignore work in order to help the anxiety to go away, so that must have been a factor.

The counciling clinic was entirely booked, but I found a place that didn't the more 'meds' side of pysch, so we made an appointment to go.

My mom and I have a habit of trying to kill to birds with one stone, so we came up with a list of things I did or was really bad at to bring up to the doctor, cause why not? I would be there anyway for anxiety.

The appointment went fine, he made some suggestions, so as I was nearing the end of our time, I pulled out the list mom and I had made and told him some of the other things.

Halfway through he looked at me and asked " have you been screened for ADD." Well I bluescreened right there, and he gave me a symptom checklist and I walked home.

On the walk I thought back on my life, then something clicked and I called my mom, excitedly telling her the doc's suggestion.

She paused before asking, "but you did well in school?"

"how much did you have to re focus me?"

She went silent and we talked over our options.

We made an appointment with my doctor back at home who we had been going to since before I could remember. The list we had put together initially, now much longer.

I am going to continue this in a reblog because I think the meds are kicking in. Also, do not not hate on my parents for their reaction. There is a lot more to it which I will be writing out.

#ADD #adhd #my posts #live blogging

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carygrantsbeard · 3 years

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how did you decide to drop out of uni? i've been struggling so much with this i can't make up my mind so if you have any words of advice... also are you studying something else now or? and how did your family & parents react? help out a fellow woc 🤕

Hi darling <3 I started to really seriously think about it in April. So for some backstory I wanted to be a social worker and I had completed my first internship at a hospital and I would have to do another one in June in an organization for children. But I realized that the social environment I wanted to work in was either too administrative or you had to work for completely careless people which I couldn’t stand. So it got to the point where I was extremely miserable bc my classes had no relation to what ppl in the field were doing and when I worked with them I didn’t like the actual job, so I felt there was no more reason for me to stay.

It was actually very hard to convince myself to leave because I felt like I was just giving up and I wasn’t 100% of what I would do. I suggest talking to someone you trust and explaining in detail your thought process + what you’ve been going through. My mom actually encouraged me to leave and my best friend as well (they were the only ones) because they’re the ones who knew the most in detail abt both my potential and what was going on. Everyone else pretty much said I was dumb 😅 but that’s one thing you should trust yourself bc in the end you’re the only one who knows the most abt what you CAN and CAN’T do!! Ppl give advice but they’re not the ones doing the work!!

So I would say figure out if it’s the studies you don’t like but if you would feel fine doing the actual job, or if you wouldn’t like that either. Idk what you’re studying but maybe try talking to people who work in the field ? Try to see what their day to day is like and see if you see yourself liking it! In my country there are websites where you can talk to professionals to ask as many questions as you want maybe see if that exists in yours!!

My plan this year was to work a bit and try to figure out what I’d like to do next year by researching and trying as many things as possible. I tried a lot of things that didn’t work 😅 I felt discouraged but you gotta keep trying!!! So if you’re not sure about all that I think taking a gap year is good to figure out if you wanna keep going in the direction you’re in or change a bit. A lot of my mutuals gave me great advice by telling me a lot of people change what they’re doing and there’s no shame in it it doesn’t mean you’re giving up! Don’t force yourself bc you’re the one that will have to live with it. Think about everything you considered doing and do a lot research about it and everything else

As for your family I’d say have a concrete plan that you can tell them about to reassure them (even if you’re not sure abt it!!) just so they don’t break your balls too much lol. My plan changed at least 20 times but that’s okay as long as you’re trying things!! I’m not studying right now, but I hope to apply for 2022. I realized I wanted to change too late to apply for this year, but I suggest trying to see if you can transfer ! Rn I’m set on being an au pair lol I’m excited !!

Last thing is try to find out as much as you can about programs for young ppl in your country (for traveling or anything else) for example idk if you’re European but there’s a lot of things you’re able to do to travel to other European countries for official civic duties ! Either way you’re gonna be fine we’re allowed to change what we do, there’s no age for it and don’t listen to ppl (or yourself) saying you’ll fall behind!!

#sorry that was super long I hope it’s helps at least a bit #sending you love you’re gonna do great I know it 😚😚❤️

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inmyarmswrappedin · 3 years

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Episode 7! Just as a note, it’s so nice to be keeping up with a show where I genuinely like the characters as people and I’m invested in them gvhvh.

Aisha walks into her house and goes straight to the fridge. I find this hilarious, like she really made a bee-line for the food. Her mom is like, “Take your shoes off in the house!” They’re deep-cleaning the house because an uncle will be over tomorrow. This is so funny, because yesterday I suggested that a reason Mom and Dad Ait Omar could have for kicking everyone out was a visiting relative.

Aisha’s mom tells her to clean the bathroom, and Aisha whines that she was planning on hanging out with Jamilah and Freba later. Lmao I love the teenieness of this. Aisha’s mom is like “🙄 just clean already.” Aisha wants to know why Yusuf is not cleaning, and her mom says he’s tired (from work?? What is his job anyway?).

So Aisha cleans the bathroom and then gets to hang out with the girls. It appears that Jamilah and Freba do go to school, but I’m not sure what they’re studying, whether it’s an undergrad or a trade. Apparently if Jamilah’s mom finds out that she has a bf, shit will go down, but idk if it’s the script or the automated subs, ‘cause I can’t get why she’ll kick up a fuss.

At any rate, the girls run into Emrah and Abdi. Emrah looks so annoyed. :( The girls make to leave, but Emrah calls Aisha over. He has something in his hand. He finally opens his hand, and it’s a hair tie that Aisha forgot at his place in episode 1. This show is so good with callbacks.

But Aisha says it’s not hers. My interpretation is that Emrah wants to see what Aisha will do (I mean, I don’t think he was planning on seeing Aisha, how would he know where she was going to be today?). Whereas Aisha thinks he wants to cut ties with her entirely by returning even this small possession of hers. And maybe she also doesn’t want to clue the girls (who of course are avidly watching this drama) in that she’s been seeing Emrah. So she’s basically told Emrah they’re not involved.

The girls move away. Jamilah and Freba aren’t impressed with Emrah. They seem to think Emrah is bitter that Aisha never acknowledged him after he got out of jail, and was being a drama queen. Aisha, of course, looks back at Emrah full of regrets.

When Aisha returns home, her mom asks her to clean Yusuf’s room. Yeaaah, fuck that. He’s an adult and should clean his own room. There’s a really cute moment though, where Aisha walks into the living room and her dad breathes out as he hands her the vacuum he was using, clearly just as overwhelmed with all the cleaning as Aisha lol.

Aisha wasn’t in the mood to clean after Yusuf, but when she bursts into his room (no knocking!), interrupting whatever he was doing on his laptop, she at least gets some amusement out of fucking with him. Yusuf at this point would want to fool Aisha in turn, so that’s why I’m not sure what to make of what he says next.

Yusuf turns off the vacuum, and tells Aisha that the reason the parents are having her specifically do the cleaning, is because their uncle is coming with his son. His son Mohammed is a uni student at Blindern (so was Eskild btw). Her parents want to impress the uncle because Aisha and Mohammed are the same age and he’s Iraqi. Yusuf’s like, you know, as in arranged marriage. Of course, Aisha is devastated because she’s in loooooove with Emrah, not her third cousin!

I think there are three possibilities here:

1. Aisha’s parents aren’t thinking of arranged marriage per se, but they are playing matchmaker and want to see whether Aisha and Mohammed take a liking to each other.

2. Aisha’s parents want to show the uncle that Aisha is much better than Mohammed at everything. A better student, has a job, helps at home, etc. This is a power move.

3. This visit is literally like every other visit, Aisha’s parents don’t have an agenda, and Yusuf is just fucking with Aisha because siblings.

At any rate, we’ll find out tomorrow when uncle and cousin are over for dinner. As a heads up, it might be a while since I post recaps, as I’m not going to be at my PC for a while and I can’t get google translate to work on my tablet.

#17 nrk #also sidenote to say that yusuf is a good sport because aisha's room is clearly bigger and better than his #gonna guess he gave up the good room when he moved to london #and now he's making do in the small room

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loveinstreams · 3 years

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I've considered dropping out of my major and going to film school. Is it interesting? Do you plan to do anything special with your degree after uni?

To me its incredibly interesting. Film studies keeps my brain going, its the kind of studies that demands a love and interest for art in general because cinema touches every form of it. One of the reasons i got into film school was because i couldn’t decide which art to study sljlkjgfdlsdkj so i assumed i would find something for me there. And i was right. As someone who’s very curious i found that having a general culture makes it even more interesting and the more you nourish it, the more fascinating it becomes. I also got into it without being a proclaimed cinephile, i just found the school and teachers interesting and its really the quality of the program that made me fall in love with cinema. I’m one of those students who will definitely talk in class because i just love discussing movies. I also find making movies at school to be really of my liking too. Some people have a preference over technique or theory but i love both.

I’ve been a film student for 4 years now and i have a year to go before finishing my major. I don’t know yet what i’m gonna do with it, i might do a mastery, there are different options i feel but idk yet. I know many people start doing film projects here and there or work in festivals after graduation so that’s an option too!

You should definitely be studying in something you are passionate about. Sometimes you have to try it out to know if you are or not, but if you feel like film is a passion for you then i suggest you go for it, even if you don’t know where a degree would lead you.

#thank you anon <3 #its all about feeling crazy over a subject of study #ask #film school

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dreamkenn · 3 years

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uhu v specfic vent am sorry it is mostly okay i just wanted to write out my thought’s & put them somewhere, i don’t think there’s any cw ‘s i’m just kinda anxious//sad//lonely , basically i miss my best friend

normally when i’m at uni one of my housemates is my best friend & ngl we just kinda exist as a pair? excluding studying but also we’ll sometimes go to cafes n study together pre covid & we have biweekly picnics basically they are my platonic other half & i see no way they are not that for the rest of my life, i love them so much.

but,,, we are both v anxious & generally don’t have the best mental health particularly both dealing with executive dysfunction & anxiety, so sometimes plans get cancelled & that’s okay i understand i love them i leave food outside their door for if they need snacks. however the issue is with covid i have not been in the same house, city, half of the country as them for just over 6 months now. & at first it was okay we had lil study calls where we just facetimed for a few hours 2-3 times a week & pretended we we’re next to each other. but uh basically overtime they stopped. & the last time i actually was on a call w them was over 2 months ago. honestly considering my bad brain tendencies i dealt w it kinda well i still sent them stuff that reminded me of them & penpal letters or songs, but they just stopped replying or even reading (we discussed in advanced whether more messages was better than just one bc pressure n like this was what we thought was best). then they replied earlier this week & it was really nice but,, they replied bc it was their birthday message & we’d agreed to as a tradition ongoing for a few years now, an they forgot just never remembered which is completely fair i more than most people get time becoming hazy w lockdown. but so they suggested we call on monday to celebrate, n then postponed to today, but well it’s 2 am & they’ve not read my message,,

so i’m just kinda equal parts oh they’ve realized they hate me & hoping they’re okay

there isn’t a conclusion this just makes me feel really lonely, i don’t want to be bitter or just mean or petty or selfish but ik from our other housemates & their partner who i am v good friends with that they are seemingly just talking to everyone else normally, i’m glad they still have their friends & talk to them i just, why not me? there was absolutely no signs that smth was wrong with our friendship? our last real conversation was discussing about how i’m going to help plan their wedding :( & making dumb jokes about gender neutral wedding roles (they decided i’m their ringender, or was supposed to be)

yeah idk i have had various theories but i’m just :[

#vent #tw anxiety #i should be really more worried about my degree that i am t sad & stupid to study for #sorry just uhuhh i have them on all my other social media & wanted to write it out somewhere #i never though t there would be someone i am as comfortable with as them #i'm just scared i've ruined it & didn't even realize #or if they've decided i'm not a good person to be around i understand but it just hurts #ik they are probably just tired & belive i will be okay n fine not hearing back from them #bc we talk about social fatigue a lot #& i always stand by & remind them that you're never obligated to reply to people #bc they push themselves too far :(#but it's been so long #i can't bring myself to message them again i'm just going to wait #i feel like i've failed them either in my unreasonable anxiety or whatever is their reason for not replying #i am useless this was supposed to be all in the read more & not tags grrr

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queenmylovely · 5 years

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Peer Review

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. Two seniors in a freshman English class.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: fluff, cussing (ofc), and smut (18+!! marked by ***)

A/N: Cute little oneshot cause idk how to write blurbs. Basically what I wish uni was actually like lol. For you, anon! I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Requests are open!

Request: hi love your writing!! i was wondering if i could request a uni!john deacon au? maybe something fluffy/smutty?

Masterlist

(a sassy Deaky fed up with the freshmen’s bs)

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Waiting to take English 101 until your senior year hadn’t necessarily been a conscious decision. More like you forgot that you were required to take it due to your eagerness to take the classes that were actually for your major. So on the first Tuesday of your last fall semester, just eight months until graduation, you were sat in a room full of mostly freshmen and sophomores.

The first thing your professor had everyone do was to get into five groups of five and introduce yourselves with your name, year, major, and hometown. Quickly, everyone grouped up and circled their desks, awkwardly waiting for someone to start.

Since you had been doing this for the past three years, you took the lead, “I’m Y/N. I’m a Spanish major and a senior because I forgot to take this course earlier. And I’m from here, London.”

Your answer gained a couple of chuckles and helped to break the ice as the girl next to you started without hesitation. After her, two more people introduced themselves and then the last guy went.

He had long hair and kind eyes, and his voice was a little nasally but altogether pleasing when he started to talk, “My name’s John Deacon. I’m also a senior ‘cause I couldn’t be bothered to take this class before my engineering ones. And, um, I’m from Leicestershire.”

When he said that he was a senior he had turned to you with a smile that you returned easily.

“Oh thank goodness I’m not the only one,” you half-whispered to him, leaning over conspiratorially. He giggled at your words before the professor called everyone’s attention back to the front.

For the rest of the hour, the class remained in the small groups, reading over sections of the syllabus and then presenting them to the rest of the class. As experienced students, you and John were able to pick out the most important information from the text with just a glance.

John and you made funny comments to each other every so often throughout the class, saying how young all of the freshmen looked and how they were confused at what office hours were. At first, it was mainly you making the comments, which you were happy enough with since he had a wonderful laugh. But after a little while, he made a few comments himself that were far more severe than yours, making it very hard for you to stifle your laughter.

By the end of class, the two of you had developed an ease of conversation and you were slightly reluctant that it was coming to a close. As you packed up your things, you saw John lingering by your desk and turned to him to say goodbye.

He beat you to it, though, and asked, “Where’s your next class?”

“It’s in the psychology building. Where’s yours?” you replied.

“The engineering building,” he answered.

“Oh, mine’s on the way to yours,” you pointed out.

“It is,” he agreed.

“We could walk together,” you suggested.

“I mean, if you insist,” he said with a cheeky smile and you laughed, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.

The two of you walked over together, chatting about your majors. You found out that John was an electrical engineer major, finishing up in the spring like you. He asked what Spanish majors did and you explained that you wanted to be an interpreter or professor.

“At the moment, it’s looking like I’ll do private tutoring and lessons once I graduate until I find something I really like,” you told him.

“So, are you fluent?” he questioned.

“I better be,” you joked and the two of you laughed. “What about you, John? Do you speak any languages?”

“I took French in primary but promptly forgot it all. Oh, and you can call me Deaky, by the way,” he informed you.

“Deaky?” you questioned a little bit teasingly.

“Yes, it’s short for Deacon. It’s what my friends call me,” he explained.

“Oh, so we’re friends now?” you said with a smile.

“Well, yes, I’d quite like to be,” he said a little shyly, looking away.

“Me too, Deaky,” you assured, and he looked back at you with a grin. You then realized you were at your building and told him so. “Hasta jueves, Deaky.”

“What does that mean?” he laughed as you started walking away.

“See you Thursday,” you called over your shoulder before pushing the door open and going inside.

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From then on, you and Deaky paired up together in class and then walked to your next ones. Occasionally, you met up at a coffee shop to study and peer review each other’s work. John wasn’t the best writer, but he tried very hard and improved a lot from paper to paper. You, on the other hand, were so used to writing in Spanish that it took some work to get to a place where John didn’t have to correct your grammar every couple sentences.

About halfway through the semester, the two of you had plans to go over your midterm papers in the coffee shop. It was the Friday before it was due and the plan was to meet at 7:00 and hopefully be done before closing. While you definitely had made progress, you were barely halfway done when you realized that the cafe was closing in 10 minutes. And because you were so engrossed in each other’s papers, the barista was the one that had pointed it out to you. They told you that you could take your time packing up, but the two of you cleaned up quickly since you were the last two in the place, and didn’t want to keep them longer than necessary.

As you stepped out to the street you turned to John, “What are we gonna do? We still have so much to go through and edit.”

“I would suggest we could go back to my place, but my roommates are pretty loud and intrusive,” he told you. He had mentioned his roommates a lot, but so far you had never met them and wondered what they were actually like. Apparently, though, that would be for a different time.

“Oh, then we can go to my place, that’s a good idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” you chuckled at yourself.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” John hesitated.

“Yes I’m sure, you won’t be intruding at all. I want you there, Deaky,” you reassured him with a smile that he returned after a second. “Okay, so I live about 10 minutes from here, if you just want to follow me? There’s plenty of parking on the street, I swear no one there drives.”

“Sounds great,” he told you.

“Perfect. See you in 10 then,” you said before opening your door and climbing in. You waited until you saw him get in his car and turn it on before you started to pull out of the parking space and leave the parking lot. True to what you said, it took exactly 10 minutes before you pulled over and parked, John parking right behind you.

You got out and waited for John, leading him up to your apartment with idle chit chat about the neighborhood. Opening the door, you let him in first, and he followed your lead when you took off your shoes once you were inside.

“We can set up here,” you said, gesturing to your living room which had a couch with a large coffee table in front of it. You set down your bag on your couch, but didn’t sit down. “Let’s get some snacks or something first, though. We got those drinks at the coffee shop like 3 hours ago.”

John followed you into the kitchen, trying not to get in your way. He stood awkwardly just inside the entrance and you laughed. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him the rest of the way in and nudged him until he was leaning against the counter, “You’re allowed to be here, you know. I live alone, and you’re certainly not bothering me.”

He nodded but looked away a little bit, trying to hide the slight blush that had covered his cheeks when you grabbed his hand.

“I’m going to make a cuppa, do you want one?” you asked him.

“Yes please, thank you,” he replied.

“So polite,” you said with a smile and started making the drinks. Next, you pulled a jar of unpopped popcorn. “Do you know how to make popcorn? I always burn it.”

“Um, yeah I do. Do you have a pot?” John replied, stepping up to the stove and grabbing the jar from your hands. You went over to a cupboard and opened it, reaching up to get the pot. It proved just out of your reach though, and you strained. John was watching you, and when you stretched your arm as high as it would go, your shirt rode up and he caught a glimpse of your waist underneath your sweater. He stared only for a second before recovering and reaching up to grab the pot for you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. In doing so, you realized how close he was. His breath was fanning out over you, and you had to tilt your head up to look into his eyes. You hadn’t always thought of John as tall, but when he was standing so close to you that you were practically touching, he really was quite a bit taller than you. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or not, but he seemed to be getting closer and closer to you. Was that the tips of his or your hair tickling your shoulder through your sweater? Was it just you or was his knee touching your thigh? Whose breathing had gotten heavier, yours, his, both? Before you could answer any of these questions, the kettle whistled loudly, causing the two of you to jump apart.

“The water’s done,” you said plainly, and then cursed yourself silently for pointing out the obvious.

“I’ll get started on the popcorn,” John said, as he turned to the stove and away from you. Because he did, you missed the bright pink on his cheeks.

You unplugged the kettle and grabbed two mugs and tea bags from a different cupboard, pouring the water and let them steep. Walking over to the fridge, you opened it and grabbed the milk. “Milk and sugar?”

“Just one sugar, please,” John replied, still a little awkwardly.

You nodded to yourself and went about making the tea, adding sugar to both and only milk to yours. Once they were ready, you handed John his cup and you both sipped on the tea instead of talking while you waited for the popcorn to be ready. When the first kernel popped and hit the lid of the pot, the two of you jumped and then laughed together.

Once the tension had broken, you started talking more normally again, “So, how many roommates do you have again?”

“Three; Freddie, Roger, and Brian. They’re good blokes, things can just get pretty rowdy. Especially when Fred and Rog are in one of their moods,” Deaky replied with somewhat of a wry smile.

“Are they students too?” you asked.

“They’ve all graduated now, I’m the last one,” John explained as he took the finished pot of popcorn off the burner.

“Aw, you’re the baby,” you said teasingly and you poked him in the side.

He made a sound of indignation and turned to you as he poured the popcorn into the bowl you had set out, “Care to explain to me why I should continue making the popcorn while you tease and attack me?”

“‘Cause I’m cute,” you said with a wink before grabbing half a stick of butter to melt on the stove to pour over the popcorn. John didn’t have a response to that, instead he blushed and watched you starting to melt the butter.

“Why don’t you take our tea into the living room and take out our papers and stuff, I’ll be right in with this,” you said as you stirred the butter, nudging his side with your elbow.

He nodded and hastened to do what you said, carefully carrying the mugs into the living room and digging out his things. In a minute, you joined him in the living room, bringing the freshly buttered popcorn with you and a couple napkins.

The two of you dug into the revision and popcorn with the same fervor. With another hour of hard work, you finished all you could for the moment and it was a good stopping place for the night.

You both leaned back on the couch, brains tired from the constant critical thinking you had been doing.

“Essay writing is tough business,” you said with a sigh.

“Agreed. I’d take vector calculus over this any day,” John concurred.

“Can’t relate,” you said turning to him to laugh. As you did, you saw the shine of butter next to his mouth. Without thinking, you licked your thumb and brought it up to his face to wipe it off, saying, “You’ve some…”

That’s as far as you got before you realized that John was staring at you with wide-blown pupils and his mouth parted. Your paused with your thumb still resting on his cheek. John reached up to grab your wrist, but instead of removing your hand from his face, he kept it there. Slowly, you moved your thumb from his cheek to his lower lip. You brushed over it softly and felt his hand tense slightly around your wrist. Bringing your other hand to the other side of his face, you caressed his cheek before gently pulling his face to yours.

You had been watching your hands’ movements on his face and John had been watching your lips, but just before your lips met, the two of you flicked your gazes up to each other's eyes. Upon seeing the same look of desire he had reflected in your eyes, John took the chance and closed the distance between the two of you.

The kiss was soft and chaste. Pulling back slightly, you slid your hand so it was in his and brought his hand to your jaw. Once it was there, you moved both of yours to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. This one was longer, and more testing. After a moment, you lightly sucked on John’s lower lip, and he groaned deep in his throat, causing you to both giggle against his lips and squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. In retaliation, John gave your lower lip a bite and you moaned, making John smirk against your mouth.

Soon, the kiss became more heated, and when John slid his hands from your jaw into your hair and gave a light tug, you parted your mouth in a gasp. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, teasing your own, making you deepen the kiss even further. In order to get better access and be closer to him, and maybe to get some friction that you so desperately needed, you pushed John so he was sat against the back of the couch and slung a leg over his hips so you were straddling him.

***

One of his hands moved from your hair to your waist, and he simultaneously pulled you closer to him as he lifted his hips up to you. You gasped into his mouth, and the two of you rocked your hips together as you continued to kiss heatedly.

John started toying with the hem of your sweater, running his hand along the strip of your waist that had been exposed to him earlier in the evening. Catching his drift, you grabbed the edge and pulled it over your head. Not wanting to be left out, you pulled on his shirt and he took it off too. As you continued to make out and grind against each other, you ran your hands over each other’s exposed bodies.

Making his way from your mouth to your jaw to your neck, John kissed and sucked light marks into your skin. With his hold on your waist, he pulled you so you were kneeling at full height and started kissing down your chest, mouthing at your nipples over your bra. You moaned and whined at his actions.

But, when his lips came dangerously close to the waistband of your trousers, you pushed yourself away a bit, and in between heavy breaths said, “Um, we should, um bedroom.”

John nodded eagerly and let you stand up so you could lead the way. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, then practically ran to your bedroom with him in tow. Once you pushed open the door and John was inside, he stopped and pulled you to him again, bringing you into a deep kiss. Slowly, he walked the two of you to the edge of your bed, but before you could move onto it, he lifted you by your waist and threw you so you landed gently in the middle of your bed. You giggled on impact and he chuckled with you.

Returning to the mission of before, John climbed on top of you, kissing your neck hotly as he worked the button and zipper of your pants. Before he pulled them down, he looked up for confirmation and when you nodded, he took them off. Left in only your bra and underwear, you reached for John’s own waistband and he helped you take off his pants, kicking them to the floor.

John leaned up and started kissing you again, holding your face in his hands. Your hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He took the opportunity to grind his hips against yours and you automatically wrapped your legs around him to keep him close. You were spurring each other on to continually roll and thrust your hips as the other gasped and moaned.

Suddenly, John pulled away, but instead of getting up, he reached underneath you, trying to unhook your bra. It proved difficult for him, so, laughing slightly, you said, “Let me.”

Your hands took his place and effortlessly undid your bra, pulling the straps off your shoulders as you removed it. John groaned at the sight of your breasts and you felt your cheeks and chest heat up at the sound. He must have found it endearing because he smiled to himself and started a surprisingly relentless attack on your breasts.

He took a good couple of minutes just to suck hickeys into the tender skin at the top of your breasts, sucking on your nipples lightly every so often just to keep you on your toes. His ministrations made you breathless and desperate for more, and soon you were writhing underneath him, trying to get any sort of friction on your core.

If John knew what you wanted, he didn’t let on, and with a huff of exasperation, you spoke up, “John, can you please move lower?”

He smiled against your chest and replied, “Why would I do that when I’m having such a good time up here?”

“Please Johnny, I need more,” you whined, the nickname just slipping from your mouth.

John groaned at your words and stopped his movements, “Say it again.”

You quickly caught onto what he meant and repeated, “Johnny, please, please, I need you.”

With what almost seemed like a growl, John moved down your body, pulling your underwear off with him. He spread your legs quickly, and you gasped as the cold air hit your wetness. Without hesitation, John licked a stripe up your folds, groaning at your taste. You sighed and threaded your fingers through his hair to keep him close.

John, on the other hand, wanted you anything but relaxed, and started an assault on your pussy. He started by collecting wetness from your entrance on his tongue before moving up to toy with your clit. He kissed, licked, and swirled his tongue on the bundles of nerves until you were squirming beneath him and the hold on his hair had tightened.

When he looked up and saw that your eyes were squeezed shut and your head was thrown back, he moved one hand to his mouth, coating it in his saliva. Then, he pushed his index finger inside you, making you cry out “Johnny!” yet again. He pumped his finger, still paying attention to your clit until your back was beginning to arch and your thighs were trembling. Knowing you were close, he added another finger and sucked harshly on your clit, fingering you quickly until you tumbled over the edge.

Your orgasm was stronger than you expected, and you felt it from your walls that were clenching around his fingers to the shocks of pleasure that coursed up your spine. Gasping out his name as he continued his motions throughout your orgasm, you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, keeping John as close as possible. As you came down, your breath evened out and you relaxed your legs, John coming back into view once he could lift his head again.

You would have apologized for nearly crushing him, but the look in his eyes was enough to silence any sorry that would have come from you. His eyes were dark with lust and boring into yours. His mouth was still slick with your wetness, and when he kissed his way up your body, he left little tracks that made you shiver when the air hit them.

When he made it to your mouth and pulled you in for a kiss, he pushed his tongue into your waiting mouth so you could taste yourself. You moaned into the kiss, reaching down to palm John through his underwear. Breaking away from the kiss, you pulled down his boxers and his dick, already totally hard, was revealed to you. As you began pumping it in your hands, John moved his attention to your neck, his kisses being interrupted with moans when you swiped your palm over the head to gather his precum and spread it along his shaft.

You continued jerking him off until he pulled away from your neck, giving your lips another short kiss, whispering, “gotta get a condom,” before he got off the bed and grabbed his jeans. As you waited for him, you remained laying down, but moved one of your hands first to your mouth to wet it, then to your pussy and started rubbing your clit.

John didn’t notice your movements until he was opening the condom and started to roll it down his length. “Fuck, you just couldn’t wait?”

You didn’t stop your movements even as John climbed back on top of you. Instead you giggled and shook your head, “Uh-uh.”

He shot back a smile of his own, shaking his head before he reached down and took your hand from yourself, “Leave that up to me, love.”

Next, he moved your legs so they were bent at the knee and were pushed above your hips. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, hurry up,” you nodded and looked at him expectantly.

John scoffed at your words and look and took his cock in his hand, pumping it a couple times before lining up at your entrance and slowly sliding in. He moaned as he did, “So fucking eager.”

His words, along with how he felt inside of you made you moan out a weak, “Johnny, please move.”

Obliging, John started moving in shallow thrusts, getting both you and him used to each other. When you started reaching up to him, he leaned forward on a thrust in and went deeper than he had before. You both gasped at the feeling, and you held him to you by his shoulders, telling him, “That, do that again.”

John didn’t take any convincing and started thrusting into you in deep, slow thrusts that made you gasp and moan. You could tell he was holding back some though, and told him, “You can go faster, Johnny. Go faster.”

He did, and sped up his pace until you were crying out with every thrust. You could feel yourself getting close and almost reached your hand between the two of you before you remembered his words earlier, “Johnny, please.”

Knowing exactly what you meant, John moved his hand down so his fingers could rub tight circles on your clit. It only took another minute of this before you were tensing up around him and you could only say “Johnny,” over and over.

“Come for me, beautiful. Let go,” John whispered against your lips before capturing them with his own.

The kiss pushed you over the edge again, and you came with a stuttering cry that John swallowed with his kisses. It was gentler this time, but still lifted you to a high that left your body tingling and satisfied.

John kept thrusting into you, at a slower pace so you wouldn’t be overstimulated. You could tell that he was close though, and urged him on by meeting his hips with your own. Wanting to encourage him like he did you, you kissed along his neck until you reached his ear and whispered into it, “Please Johnny, come for me. Oh- please.”

Your words in his ear set him off and in two more snaps of his hips, John was coming hard, letting his head fall to your shoulder and moaning your name into the crook of your neck. He stilled inside of you, catching his breath. His heavy breathing on your neck caused a shiver to go down your spine, and you laughed lightly.

Hearing your laugh, John placed a sweet kiss to your neck before slowly sitting up and pulling out. He got up and went to the bathroom he had noticed on the way to your bedroom. He came back having disposed of the condom and cleaned the two of you off with a warm washcloth before lying next to you again. He laid on his back and you curled up to his side, laying your head on his chest while his arm rested on your body.

***

You traced little patterns on his chest and he played with the ends of your hair. Planting a couple of kisses to his chest, you chuckled to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” he said, tugging lightly on one strand of your hair.

“Well, I was just thinking that now I’m really glad that I didn’t have to pair up with some freshman for peer review,” you told him before both of you cracked up.

★★★

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seijch · 4 years

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send me selfship questions!!

for @raevaioli because i wrote too much the first time and didnt have space to answer everything else 🧍🏻‍♂️

(there’s a lot of shit under the cut NDJKDKS be Warned)

1. where was your first date?

well, youve already heard about the first date that we realized was indeed A Date with futakuchi, but my first Proper Date with him would have to be somewhere like an arcade where we can have fun but still talk?? personally movie (theater) dates aren’t good first dates bc you Have to stay silent until the movie is over?? what’s the APPEAL...

there’s a shared exhale of relief as the large stuffed pokemon gets dropped by the crane into the pickup zone. “i can’t believe you pulled that off,” i tell him.

“you know, just for that, i’m keeping it.”

“you don’t even like pokemon! what happened to ‘this one’s for you, baby?’” i ask, voice dropping an octave to imitate him.

“i never said that, first of all. second of all,” he continues, grip tightening on the rowlet, “i won it. so it’s mine.”

“you fucking suck.”

(he says all this, yet when he drops me off, he insists i take the rowlet with me and name it after him. i graciously oblige, dubbing it coochie jr.)

when it comes to kuroo, he probably Says it’s some kind of unplanned affair but it ends with him unloading a picnic basket as we watch the sun set bc he’s a SAP... hate that fool 😔

“you’ve got good taste in music,” i tell him as the next song on his playlist begins. he’s definitely planning something, but i don’t say anything as his driving becomes less aimless.

“oh, i know,” he grins. “good enough for you to ask me for recommendations, i’d say.”

i’m crossing my arms before his sentence gets to finish. “listen,” i start, “you can’t tell me it didn’t work. we’re together now, aren’t we?” he doesn’t choose to grace that with a response.

before we know it, kuroo’s parked the car. “we’re here.”

“here? at the park? what are you gonna do, hold my hand while we watch the sunset?” i tease, getting out of the car. he doesn’t respond. “tetsu?”

“you really think you know me, don’t you?” he appears from the other side, picnic basket in hand and a resigned smile on his face. “what do you suggest we do now that my surprise has been torn to shreds, hm?”

“i mean...can we still eat? i’m kinda hungry.” i point to the basket. (i’m clearly deflecting ,, i was Not expecting kuroo the simp to jump out so early and my heart Cannot Take It)

2. who normally plans the dates?

between me and futakuchi i’m going to say none of us! we don’t really go on Dates dates, it’s just Us Hanging Out !! with kuroo, at first it’s him tbh but after we get comfortable everything becomes a date... idk tbh i’m not the type to sweat that kind of thing 🕺🏻 i do like to Go Out and do things w my s/o no matter who they are but a date doesn’t always have to be going out nor does it have to be a Special going out yk??

3. what kind of dates would you two mostly go on? do you have a “date spot?”

i mentioned this in my answer for 24, but w kuchi we have this ritual of going out to eat every friday and after we get together that doesn’t change!!! if we’re feeling extra lazy we might order takeout but we always always spend our friday nights together... it’s def smth we look forward to even Before we start dating (and it’s smth we both wonder Why we anticipate before we get tgt)

in terms of a date spot? we have our favorite places (like the ramen joint i mentioned in 24) but other than that maybe a few other restaurants and that’s kinda it! our other dates are the occasional study date but i cannot study when he’s around,, just looking at his face pisses me off 😃 nah but we can’t focus on school together + we’d get heated over a meaningless argument and get kicked out NDNSJSJ

when we get domestic w each other (like in uni or beyond) kuroo and i have all our dates at the grocery store... idk abt you but the INTIMACY of buying groceries w someone you love is so [clenches fist] yk?? but before and sometimes after that point rlly it’s like Things To See and Things To Do whenever kuroo puts himself in charge of planning it bc he knows we both like to be engaged and have fun!! (i alr said it but our date spot is the grocery store <3)

4. what kind of date do you think the both of you would enjoy the most? why?

that’s a very good question... i mentioned it alr but kuroo and i vibe heavy w things that are engaging and give us things to talk about while we keep busy,, like maybe an amusement park or smth w all the rides (we’re definitely spinning the shit out of the teacups) mostly bc i think he likes being kept on his toes and i do too! i think we’d challenge each other to do better by setting an example for the other to follow just in general,, also ngl places w a lot of ppl are good too so we can peoplewatch,, the two of us are the type to read people with a glance and when we need downtime we’d sit down somewhere and just kinda . 👁👁 yk

“i might barf,” i announce, gait crooked from the dizzying ride.

“no, you won’t,” kuroo replies, allowing me to drape myself over him though he’s not walking straight either. “didn’t you hear? vomitting is banned in this country and thirteen others.”

“a shame. anyway, let’s go on the pirate ship ride next.”

(we sit at the outer edge. it’s not a good time for the folks in the two seats in front of us. we wipe our vomit—mostly my vomit—from the corners of our mouths and apologize profusely.)

when it comes to kuchi, i think he’d like smth where we would end up competing against each other! i mentioned this when i answered question 50, but kenji and i are almost TOO competitive over stupid shit so smth like laser tag (where everyone is like ... why don’t you want to work together aren’t you DATING) would be SO fucking fun

“it’s not too late to surrender,” he simpers, my body sandwiched between his and the wall. my gun’s been knocked out of my hand—that’s gotta be against the fucking rules—and part of me feels like i’m on a real battlefield, as fleeting the thought is. “some battles, you just can’t win.” he punctuates this statement with a sage nod, leaning so close his breath fans against my face. “so, what’ll it be?”

i close the gap, pressing my lips against his and relishing in the strangled groan that comes from the back of his throat as he reciprocates, free hand moving to the nape of my neck. the hand holding the gun drops. that’s all the opening i need.

i let him deepen the kiss, take his bottom lip between my teeth and gently tug as my hands reach for his gun while his brain is still between his legs.

aim. fire.

i’m the last one standing, and the lights turn on around us. “it’s always good to have goals,” i tell him, granting him a consolation peck to the lips. “but i suggest making them more realistic next time.”

9. what do you think your first impression of them would be?

now THIS is a question i knew the answer to going in bc my best friend (honestly she doesn’t get paid enough ,, or at all ,, for all the shit she has to put up w from me NDNSKSK) had to hear all abt my elaborate fantasies regarding these two but!!

my first impression of kuroo is 1) 😳😳 and more importantly, 2) I Want To Know What He’s About... bc he’s not the kind of person i’d get the full picture of w just one look and maybe a few words spoken? he’d pique my interest a LOT (and this is smth he shares w tsukishima, tho i don’t see myself in a long lasting relationship w him like i do w kuroo and kuchi!) and i’d end up worming my way into his life whether he likes it or not until i find out :-)

unlike kuroo i see kenji and go Wow. What An Asshole. ok no i don’t NDNSJSN i probably think he’s cute first THEN go what an asshole and there’s definitely a long period of time where we’re genuinely getting on each other’s nerves before it goes into the romantic relationship-adjacent dynamic you see in my answer to 24!

10. what do you think their first impression of you would be?

kuroo’s definitely curious. i don’t imagine him being unable to see thru me from the start but i prove myself to be Good Conversation so he’s fine (and ends up being more than fine) with me bothering him as much as i do. kenji probably sees me the way i think most people see me at first? very soft and sweet ,, and then he tries to rile me up, tries to test the waters and pretty quickly finds out that right under the nice girl is someone that won’t hesitate to mirror the shit he tries to dish out.

(again) 24. would you confess first or would they? how would it have gone?

i saw you said in the tags you wanted to see the kuroo one so here it is 🤝 i had all my fun writing kenji’s so this one is shorter than that but!!!

NDNSNSN anyway !!! with kuroo it’s kinda 50/50 bc i’m not shy when it comes to my feelings but at the same time i like to have the lowest chances possible for failure when it comes to things like this... but i simp SO heavy for him so lbr it’ll prob be me just bc i literally Cannot pretend that my intentions are platonic anymore and he’s not gonna do it first (later i find out he was trying to see how long he could go before one of us mentioned the elephant in the room)

(5:38 PM) me: anyway for the weekly song rec

(5:38 PM) me: khalid ft. john mayer - outta my head

(5:39 PM) me: specifically 1:16-1:25 :-)

the messages have sent before i can think twice or even consult anyone about it. there’s a beat of silence. then two. then three. i throw my phone down onto the bed as it bounces off the mattress and onto the carpet.

what the fuck!!!!!! bitch why did you do that!!!!!!!

there’s no taking it back now. he reads it ten minutes after it sends (not like anyone’s checking, that would be preposterous). the picture i took of him mid-sneeze two months ago lights up the screen, a facetime call from shithead 👺 bringing me to yet another crossroads. do i answer it and face the music (literally), or do i pretend to have been busy and act as though i didn’t just confess to one of my best friends through text and with music, of all things?

i pick up the call.

“i liked the song,” he says as soon as the call opens, “though i can’t help but wonder if there was a hidden meaning to it.”

“and if i told you there was?”

“well,” he replies, sounding a little out of breath (where is he?), “i’d tell you to open your door because i’m outside.”

true enough, when i race downstairs and open the door, he’s waiting for me. “and if i told you that was my way of asking you to be my boyfriend?”

“well, i think i’d want to ask if i could kiss you. assuming, of course, it was alright to do something like that so soon-“

he doesn’t finish his sentence. his lips are a little bit chapped, but pleasant nonetheless, and i tuck the newfound fact away in my file of things i know about kuroo tetsurou.

(for reference, the song lyrics for the part i mention are can you feel the tension / you’ve got my attention / i know we’re just friends but / i’d rather be together instead)

#💘 selfship #also both ari and my real name are Not good names to make ship names out of but????#and its not like kuchi and kuroo are ideal for ship names either so im rlly at a loss NSNDJSJ #excuse how Long it took me to answer this i had to go to work before i could even brainstorm 😔#nd yes...if i ask a man for music recs im 90% up to smth i Admit #BYE I PROMISE I LOVE KUROO LIKE IM IN LOVE WITH HIM BUT THE FUTAKUCHI BRAINROT... SO STRONG #fun fact i actually asked someone out using the song i mention in kuroos confession scene 😃#this is also called ari overuses the italics function 😃#anyway im sure im forgetting to say a lot of shit but ill cross that bridge when i get there :-)#thank you again for asking raenah NDNSMSM #also after having given it some Thought i think kuri would be half decent for kuroo??#for futakuchi ... god i hate this slimy bastard i can’t think #maybe chika w the ka coming from my real name 👁#i’ve never been huge on portmanteau names but . if i had to pick i would choose those

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brinytrolls · 4 years

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if you’re open to plotting something new, what are some ideas you might want to explore with someone??

i am always open to plotting!! let me see what i can find, i’ll organise it by character,,,no dancestors for now but if u wanted to plot with one of them, feel free to send another ask!!

i dont really have any DETAILED plot ideas, these are more just starting points..sadly none of my ocs rly have future arcs planned out so these are all pretty casual...and these are not an exhaustive list! im open to any and all plot ideas so pls dont be afraid to ask!!

for faldur,,

he’s always open for ex matesprits or ex kismesis, as well as casual pitch flings. theres pretty much no guidelines for these ones, if it’s someone who’d be interested in him, and they’re jade or above, it’s fair game!

an ex mate might be someone who found him too intense and broke up with him, someone who indulged his narcissism and boosted his ego til his other quads were forced to intervene, or something else entirely, as long as there was a reason they had to break up (i currently dont want him to have a red quad 4 Reasons)

kismesis flings…hes open to anything. he hangs around bars often and will flirt with Anyone he finds attractive, so if someones open to that kinda thing its good to go. this could also lead to general friendships! he has no friends currently. boo

on the topic of friends, book friends! a little known fact is he spends a lot of time on book forums, and someone to geek out over books with would be a nice change of pace.

bitchy highblood friends. just like a bitchy seadweller squad would be fun, tbh.

enemies! got a seadweller who would find him obnoxious? hell yeah! enemies is pretty open ended, i’d be willing to have faldur fucked up to teach him a lesson (within reason, he IS a seadweller and he is strong. he does fight a lot) alternatively, u got a lowblood (or highblood tbh) who needs a reason to be afraid of seadwellers? faldur attacks ppl who so much as look at him funny, so thats a valid option too

MAFIA TIES…faldur works as an assassin for when people need something really fucked up done to someone. do with that what u will

OH I JUST REMEMBERED fleet recruiters/anyone from the fleet/similar organisation who sees potential in him. faldurs constantly torn between redemption and leaving it all behind to join the fleet, so that could be interesting!

theres definitely more but…tbh im welcome to anyone approaching me with ANY plot ideas they have!

will do the rest under the cut bc that got LONG

I WROTE THIS ALL OUT AND FORGOT HARREL

BIG ONE IS just other mafia trolls!!

mafia bosses/hitmen who would hire him. who are doing jobs on the downlow, and need a cleanup guy! harrel is very good at his job so he’s highly regarded within the business

especially mean mafia ppl. be mean to him. its part of his character hes anxious bc the mafia is mean

no specifics, but i want harrel to just get Fucked Up. like i said, he’s highly regarded so holding him for ransom isn’t out of the question. just fuck this nerd up

on a lighter note! he frequents record shops and jazz clubs, so maybe a musician or two with similar interests to help him get out of his shell. he needs a friend or two.

friends from university! anyone in sciences, forensics, medical science, criminal studies…he probably studied with them! his backstory is that he disappeared from university one day when he got kidnapped by a mafia boss, and managed to wrangle his way into them keeping him alive. an old friend who noticed and is suddenly Very Confused upon seeing him again like 5 years later

someone he went to uni with who’s now in the law industry, and the conflict that might arise from them being on two totally different ends of the spectrum…could be a fun dynamic!

on the same wavelength: old flames from university. ex quadrants, ex hookups, ex crushes. people he was romantically involved with before suddenly disappearing

i think thats all…

forrr sarky!

no real quad stuff needed for him…perhaps an ex or two, but no real ideas there!

other grubtubers to be friends with, or fans who’ve met/would want to meet him! grubtube is a HUGE part of his life and i’ve never really been able to explore it, bc he has no connections involved with it. u got a grubtuber troll who’d collab with him? a troll who enjoys letsplays? a weird youtuber superfan who’d give their right arm to meet a letsplayer? fuck yea dude all valid options

PETTY INTERNET DRAMA. im sure theres potential

sarky IS a shifter, meaning he turns into a weird dragon monster in the dead of night on a full…moons (idk how that works on alternia,,,hello???) u got a troll who’d stop him when they catch him stumbling shirtless thru the city streets post-shift towards a local diner at 4am weirdly covered in scars and looing like he’s about to pass out?? a poor overworked diner worker wondering what the Fuck this dudes deal is when he stumbles in at 5am before cramming his face full of meat?? a troll who hangs out in the wilderness bordering the city and saw the horrific sight of this fuzzy teal bitch shifting into a giant dragon?? or just a fellow shifter perhaps?? idk theres a lot that can be done here, im sure

apartment neighbours! disgruntled highblood a floor below him wondering why this bitch keeps scaling the building?? or someone who thinks its pretty sick, actually.

fellow city dwellers for him to meet and befriend or annoy the shit out of…he takes the subway a lot, so they can meet there. or in some greasy food place

connected to faldur, any ex quads of faldurs that had to be intervened with and broken up, sarky was probably involved. if u want them to be bitter towards him, feel free. it makes for more interest >:3c

florem time…………..

GET FLOREM A GIRLFRIEND 2K20…PLEASE. i just want her to have a girlfriend. its what she deserves and we all know it

get her FRIENDS TOO....friends who will support her, and her weird hobbies. florem has a tendency to help other people and forget about her own needs, so itd be nice for her to have a friend who listens to her too...

perhaps a troll who stumbles upon her weird troll-eating plant. a fellow enthusiast or some poor soul she has to rescue, either or

a fellow taxidermy enthusiast....maybe a pen pal who buys stuff from whatever the troll equivalent of etsy is

camping buddy...............she has no one to go camping with!!

im sadly low on ideas for florem but i DO want interactions with her...

veleno tiem babey

she needs a gf in every single goddamn quad.....shes 100% single

a Bunch of highbloods who were cocky enough to gamble against her, and are incredibly mad about losing. highbloods out for vengeance

on the same wavelength, a highblood who lost and got incredibly mad and fucked her face up, giving her all them scars....vel would avoid them for the rest of her life, but perhaps its someone who frequents the same casinos as she does so she cant avoid em 4 Extra Drama

other down on their luck lowbloods, maybe younger ones, who need her help bc shes Experienced. she can become their Street Mom

other down on their luck lowbloods for her to just befriend!! she frequents a shitty diner, as well as singing in a jazz club and hanging around in casinos. if youve got a lowblood who hangs around in those places they could def meet!

i THINK thats all i got...but know i am more than open to literally Any plot suggestion ever >:3c

#Anonymous #ask #save #pls read this is u ever even Consider rping with me i spent 2 long writing this #fredmusings #i cant believe i whole ass forgot harrel

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suspected bipolar here (psychiatrist said so but i haven’t gone back because of covid19 and because i don’t want to honestly, not now) i’m in a depressive episode, and it’s getting tough. i am supposed to go abroad for my first year of uni in September, after i suddenly dropped out my first year at college this year. Or I have a back up plan in my country but it doesn’t matter because right now, I don’t even see the point of doing it. A month ago I was hyped af and now I don’t even want to go1/2

2And I know this feeling will eventually leave (i hope), but for now... it’s complicated. i think that everything sucks atm, I watched some movies about love and all but I can’t help feeling they are cringe af. maybe it’s an irritable depression this time, idk. i also have to go back to my parents home for the summer, literally no choice, and it’s going to be tough because our relationship is really bad. i have friends, but no really close ones. i know you are not a psy, but maybe you have tips?

I think the best thing you can do is set up a virtual appointment with your psychiatrist. I know you don’t want to, especially when you’re struggling, but it’s important for you to do. If you have bipolar disorder, the best thing you can do for yourself is to find a medication (or medications) that work for you, and seeing a psychiatrist is a crucial part of that. Without a pharmaceutical intervention, it’s likely that you’ll keep struggling with your symptoms. Change is one of the biggest triggers for episodes in people who struggle with mental illness, and so especially when there are so many changes on the horizon for you (going abroad for uni, moving back to your parents’), it’s important to have a plan in place to reduce the likelihood of having manic or (more) depressive episodes.

That said, there are some lifestyle changes you can make that can help you stabilize your depressive symptoms. Symptoms can be triggered by sleep disruptions, so it’s important to have good sleep hygiene. Going to sleep at the same time every night and waking up at the same time in the morning, making sure to get enough hours of sleep, and doing your best to prevent any disturbances during the night may reduce the frequency of symptoms. Reducing your stress levels can also help to mitigate symptoms. If you have too much to do or conflicting demands, that can increase the likelihood that you’ll see symptoms. Making sure that you have regular human contact, that you’re working toward goals and feeling a sense of achievement, that you have constructive creative outlets, and that you’re prioritizing activities that will cause positive emotions will also help to reduce symptoms. Meditation and regular exercise may also help to reduce stress and to increase happiness.

I’ve mentioned this on here before, but I’ve also been enjoying the Yale class, “The Science of Well-Being”. It’s totally free and focuses on ways to build happiness. I’m sure it will feel kind of bullshitty and overly positive for you right now, but the suggestions to class presents are scientifically proven ways to improve happiness. It probably won’t pull you out of your depression entirely (although it might), but I think they will help to make the episode less bad, and possibly shorter.

If you use drugs (including smoking weed), stopping will likely help to stabilize your mood as well. Some studies have found that regularly smoking weed is a risk factor for more frequent, longer, and severe episodes in people with bipolar disorder.

I wish I could tell you that there’s an easy trick that will prevent symptoms from appearing or to make you feel better instantly, I really do. But bipolar disorder is a medical condition, like diabetes or a broken leg, and to recover from it, you need medical intervention, just like you would for any other illness.

What I will say is that I know everything probably seems like bullshit right now, but I promise it won’t always feel that way. You’ll be excited about moving abroad and going to university again, you’ll feel like you can handle being around your parents, you’ll feel capable of making friends. You might not stop thinking romance movies are bullshit, because they kind of are cringey, but everything else will go away. I know that probably sounds impossible from where you are emotionally right now, but I promise it’s true. You just have to keep pushing through for now.

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theyrealllegends · 5 years

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Careful

Chapter summary: Roger is your new roommate and while you like to bury your pretty in nose in the books for your law studies, he finds other ways to pass his time.

Author’s note: I’m freaking excited people, I never thought I’d like an idea enough to really post it and then it just came! I’d like you to know that english isn’t my first language but I’m trying like crazy. Also, I didn’t put in y/N because I felt like I should call reader Tiffany. If you want to, feel free to insert yourself, though!

Words: ~1,4k for a start

Warning: mentions of sex and drinking but I wouldn’t put an age rating or anything, idk, sorry! (Okay, I’m trying my best to do this slow burn thing and if i’m failing miserably than I’m sorry!)

Chapter 1:

You didn’t really admit it but your new roommate was cool. At first, you thought it was just because he was the one moving in after your terrible ex-roommate who finally finished their degree. But within a few days you noticed it was also his hair, that was a bit longer and a bit messier than the guys that sat in your law lectures wore theirs. Also, you kinda liked his colourful clothing and his vintage furniture that was really giving you the hippie vibes you’d never channel. It was even funny to you that this guy was becoming a dentist but couldn’t boil eggs for the love of god.

“You’re the best!”, he’d tell you every morning he came into the kitchen only to see a prepared breakfast because you had a few spare moments before you had to go to your class.

“You’re welcome, Rog”, you’d just reply smiling into your mug.

“Should I take you to uni?”

“I can take the underground, but thanks.”

“How can you refuse me as a driver everyday?”

“Because you always leave after me and I’ve seen the traffic, I don’t even want to think about your driving!”, you told him and laughed.

“I’d be careful with you”, he said sheepishly and winked at you before he finished his breakfast and you left the kitchen so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t really talk to a lot of guys, the ones in your classes were either too focused on getting good grades of spoiled pricks, really and you weren’t used to flirting from your ex-roommate either.

When you came home from your classes around five hours later, Roger was in his room, door open and -

“No, please, I really can’t!”

“Oh, hey, Tiffy”, he answered grinning. “I finally brought my drum kit!”

“No, you’re not! I need to memorise a billion laws this year, please you can’t drum in here!” He softly patted one of the freaking drums you wished never touched ground in this apartment and your stomach twisted with anxiety and hungriness.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I just wanted to scare you”, he explained softly and moved closer to the doorframe, where you still stood in shock. “I got in a band and we’ll be practicing in some old room in the uni, I’ll move my drums there as soon as we start.”

“Thank god”, you mumbled and he grinned.

“I’m quite good with them, though.”

“I don’t deny that but you didn’t see the neighbours’ glares yet, if you think you could play them here."

“You should come to our first gig, would you? We’re playing right before Pink Floyd, have you heard of them?”

“Uhm, I’m more the classical music kind of girl, I guess”, you admitted, feeling your cheeks tingle again, hoping you wouldn’t blush.

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You weren’t sure if Roger was okay with that but since you thought you wouldn’t like “Smile” and the huge crowd they’d probably gather, anyway, you told him you were too busy to come to his gig, even though the year was still fresh and this was nothing compared to the stress you got into weeks later. You didn’t really know how Roger didn’t drop out of his dentist classes right away because that first gig had seemingly made his band a thing, requiring them to perform every weekend ever since. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him - that you didn’t like the way his face lit up when he told you about the band, about his friend Freddie who he started a stall in Kensington Market with and everything else he told you, really - but sometimes it could be annoying. Sometimes he’d wake you up in the middle of the night, stumbling into the flat, looking piss drunk when you peeked out of your room to check what the hell was going on.

At first, you felt sorry for him and covered yourself in a robe to stay warm while softly guiding him into his room and onto his bed and then going to the kitchen to get him water and pain killers for the next morning. He’d either be fighting to get off his clothes or already be asleep on his bed when you returned. You’d make extra much bacon the next morning, hoping that’d soak up the left over alcohol in his system and you wouldn’t talk until he signalled that he was ready for more noise than the coffee machine’s. However, as time passed you stopped getting up to help him because Roger would still wake you up but in a worse way than coming home wasted - it could have variations but they all annoyed you just the same: sometimes it would be loud giggles in the hallway, other nights it would be his bed frame banging on the wall his room was sharing with yours. It didn’t make any difference that your bed wasn’t on that side of your room at all, it made your bookshelf unstable and wake you up without fail. Another time it would be the groaning and whatever noises he was getting the girl to let out and vice versa, it never failed to make you sick. Not that you’d ever bother to mention it. He’d probably just give you earplugs, something you tried multiple times but found too uncomfortable to even fall asleep in.

It was an early Sunday and you had already gone on your morning run to clear your thoughts, finished your shower, had breakfast and were halfway through your first round of law repetition for that day. You just left your room to get another cup of coffee when Roger caught you in the hallway.

“Please, you have to help me”, he mumbled into your ear. “I swear I didn’t plan to, I need to study, too and now I can’t get rid of this damn girl!”

“I’d suggest you put on a shirt to make it easier for her”, you couldn’t help but reply and he’d smile weakly before nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Fine, I got this”, you tried to reassure yourself more than him before walking into the room, finding a girl in Roger’s shirt, trying to make pancakes or whatever. “How many times do I have to tell you?”, you asked Roger, letting your true annoyance come thru. “You can’t have guests in the kitchen on Sundays, my learning group needs the space!”

“I’ll be gone in a second!”, the girl replied and smiled at Roger in a way that made you snort.

“Obviously not, you’re leaving. I’m not trying to make a fool out of myself in front of the other law students, we need a quiet atmosphere!”

“We should go to my place then”, she’d tell Roger, ignoring you but also sounding annoyed.

“You know what, I’ll take a shower and come over later, okay?”

“Sure, sweet”, she whispered to him, glaring at you before leaving the kitchen as if the pancakes weren’t turning black.

“Thank you”, Roger mouthed into your direction, before following the girl. He only returned after she left a few minutes later and smiled as you set a plate of pancakes in front of him. “You’re the best, Tiff.”

“I’m surprised that worked to be honest but you’re welcome anyway”, you replied, unable to tell him that this was the first and last time you had done something like this.

“You’re kidding, I totally bought the learning group and I really wish I had something like that.”

“When are your exams?”

“Way too soon”, he tried to get around the question. “And yours?”

“Starting the Tuesday after this one”, you explained and moved your shoulders because they started cramping and hurting only at the thought.

“‘M sorry about that”, Roger told you and got up to step behind the chair you were sitting on. You wanted to turn around to see what he’d do but then he put his big, warm hands on your shoulders and started massaging them softly. It made you forget where you were for a moment and you closed your eyes to let yourself fall into his grip, humming as the sharp, stress-infused pain finally went away.

“Thank you so much”, you whispered softly as he finished and could hear him chuckle behind you.

“Anytime, love.”

I’d like to tag @blondecarfucker because your support is literally why you’re looking at this right now and I truly hope you like it! If anyone has any thoughts or comments, don’t hesitate to let me know.

xoxo

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor fanfic #fanfiction #ben hardy x you #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy fanfic #queen fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap fanfiction

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So today I got up about 10 and hung out in the kitchen for a while showered, got my stuff together to study and eat breakfast for about half an hour and then had to leave for the meeting with my communal reversal/workshop space group, I took the electric skateboard which was so good to do 4 miles on it, the meeting went great and I'm gonna work on being fund raiser lead, I have a few plans for different styles of events and we have a good idea of rough budget and what we'd want from the space and meet some of the really cool creative's that are going to be involved which I personally love. Its going to help so much with the play project and doing more creative things with people. And for training great and I can make a climbing wall ah so good. Its gonna take a bit of work and ill have to work on it over a few days the events I mean, anyway as its late and I could type about this for ages, here's the paste from the group that I created today.

So for gaining funding...

In the meeting today we discussed a few options and things we could do. There are some things I need some help with but I'm taking lead on fund raiser events. I am in need of people with experience, some people who are willing to be lead on aspects of the events and, people to be involved with shows, immersive theatre, workshops, food, legal stuff, finance stuff,

I also need suggestions of spaces which we could do these fundraisers either free or cheap, what people would like to bring and if you have any ideas. I'm open to suggestions and collaborations to gain as much funding as we can to make this space a reality as quickly as we can so. We shot around are

Gofundme incentives, free workshop £5 one free month £20 free workshops for a year £100 use of the space for an event £200

Patron account same but no incentives long term fund raising

Fundraisers

First idea, 6 hour immersive event for families with a winter theme, walkabout, immersive workshops, art installations, tea, cakes, light dinner bbq/nibbles snacks, tuck shop and cabaret with the kids in it made up of what they learnt in the day..

Evening meal event, bachous (sp Greek/roman god of feasting and wine) theme, food wine nibbles, feast of the senses performance thing with a Greek tragedy style stage show to culminate. Done in three hours.

All day event, warehouse space many rooms winter theme, installed art, workshops, walkabout immersive stuff, drinks and snacks in the day, installed experiences like mixology, art auction, cabaret/renegade/open mic in the eve, pot luck dinner, bring in something or donate to eat, bar and disco evening, some dance workshops? Like jungle ballet, dancehall movement fitness stuff?

These would all make good content and evidence so we can gain community or arts grant funding.

So yeah a few ideas, some things I need to work on so lists and venues, working on it happening in the next few weeks and work if it will make money...

I then skated to tufnel park and got the bus to uni, as it was my first day I have notes on that entire process and my reading notes that I'd like to paste here but overall the experience was good and I'm look in forward to the module to understand feelings and other peoples feelings better so I think that insight is gonna be good

Paste here the sonocent notes and my reading notes.

Oh yeah I'm also supposed to start creating a psychodynamic journal of my reactions to feelings, so today I felt very anxious for the new school year due to the lack of organisation from the uni side, because of the new people, the large group dynamic, the lack of contact from DSA and disability. I've also been feeling really proud of the work I've done learning about autism and my autism, I still don't care for my diagnosis but getting rediagnosed is not the same as recognition as my current certificate gets me the assistance I need without having to balance it out so I'm super proud of all of my autistic talking today about how I corrected my lecturer about it being a difference and not a disability.

Anyway here's another copied and pasted thing from an climate change post as I want to read the sources.

“lower growth” is an odd thing to say: GDP is a fairly bonkers measure of success, when homeostasis is what evolution seeks to achieve.

Yeah, living standards will dip - but if standards = limiting the choice of 15 fondant filled chocolate bars to just five (hyperbolically facetious to make a point), is that really handicapping human progress or capping human happiness?

Sure, some people (naming no names) may have to start pulling their weight, working long(er) hours, declaring their income, and contributing to a nations tax take and “selling their soul” - but the luxury of non-compliance and opting out has always been an exclusively elite luxury, largely restricted to the west, and largely built (ultimately) on a capitalist foundation of wealth expropriated from corporate or imperial hegemony (whether that is East India, Knox-Darcy (latter BP), or Kellog Brown Root, IDK and IDC).

Basically Sean, your argument is rich in rhetoric but, in spite of your vehemence, doesn’t really stand up to scrutiny - yeah the global average of financial success is up (gross dollar average per capita)- but the global disparity in wealth is also up (global per capita). So the system is inherently less fair.

Yeah, ecosystems are expanding - but biodiversity is contracting. So the system is inherently less stable.

I don’t know where you got your meme from - I couldn’t find the author in my admittedly lazy 1 min search - but the meme’s bias and the author’s agenda is almost hilariously transparent: particularly the last paragraph - helpfully highlighted blue.

This isn’t a zero sum game. Just because actions to alleviate climate change cost the economy $x, it isn’t to say $x would be available if such action weren’t taken. E.g. in my local area, flood defenses cost >£10m over the past 15 years and another £20m is forecast over the next 20. If this money isn’t spent, the highly productive farmland on the floodplain will be lost - aside from the loss to private capital (in fact, losing farmland will prob increase GDP - which is one of the bizarre and Machiavellian flaws of that calculation), it will decrease food production - which means that not spending money on climate change will both reduce capital available and reduce food surpluses. And this is just one small locally observable metric in my immediate area. What about Holland? Same situation, factors bigger. The comment in the OP (highlighted blue) is not just blinkered, it is propagandistic in its bias.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say - no doubt you will continue to bark at the night, but I’m off to bed. I just didn’t want your dangerous propaganda to go unchallenged. "

"industrial farming and the industrial fossil fuel industry are probably the main reasons, for why the population has grown exponentially in the last 100 years.

Imagine if we only could live within sustainable means, it would be a better existence for everyone in the long term. How can you deny that?

If we continue on this trajectory of consumption, deforestation, destruction of our environment and pollution of just plastic, let alone every other material we use, it is pretty obvious we will be living in a pretty rotten world. We can already see the rot now after all.

Therefore is not our duty as a civilisation to have a hypothesis that we can make a difference, in the long term with a global strategy on the subjects we have been discussing intensely;

Pollution, global warming, C02 emissions, fossil fuels, Deforestation, etc."

Anyway I have the dentist in tower hamlets tomorrow morning so I'm kinda done for tonight goodnight I'm gonna make some food to eat now eat a good breakfast and just buy out tomorrow.

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hi zee, i have a question that i've wanted to ask for a while now but you really don't have to answer if you don't want to, so i know that you're studying in canada right now on a scholarship and i was wondering how you got the scholarship? i don't really have anyone that i could ask and i've been having trouble finding them on my own, do you have tips tricks or advice maybe for people that wants to study abroad on a scholarship? it's totally fine if you don't want to answer it tho! ty c:

this is so late, and i’m sorry for forgetting to reply!! hopefully it isn’t too late ;w; (under the cut bc it’s so long!)

so firstly, you’re incredibly brave to want to study abroad!! not many people are willing to leave home and live alone in a foreign country, so props to you for even considering. yes, international tuition is much higher majority of the time, and there’s the stereotype that all international students are “rich” because of this, but really, many of us are only able to study abroad due to scholarships (like me!! i’m not necessarily dirt poor, but i definitely wouldn’t be able to pay the full tuition if i didn’t have a scholarship… at my uni, the tuition for international students is almost 3x the price of local students!! wack!!)

there are many ways you can get a scholarship, and one of the easiest and most direct places you can get one is from the university itself. in my uni, i get about $3000 worth of aid as long as i keep a solid A+ average (around 3.7 gpa) and an additional $1000 by winning a leadership prize that my uni sponsors annually. these prizes/aids are usually applied for, but some universities offer entrance awards for first year students based on your application. your prospective uni will usually outline the different scholarships and financial aid options for international students on their official website, so be sure to read carefully and see which ones you’re eligible for!!

then, there are many websites online that offer financial aid by applying for them (sort of like a contest of sorts). many of them require you to submit things like essays or graphic design entries in order to be considered for their scholarship. this is where i get majority of my tuition money from, and it’s really all about entering as many contests as you possibly can!! it’s incredibly advantageous if you have skills like writing, drawing, painting, designing, etc because these are usually what these companies/websites are looking for. just google for them and a bunch are sure to pop up.

also, idk if this applies to where you live, but in my home country, many rich old people often sponsor bright prospective students and help them get their education abroad. i have one friend who got a sponsorship from this millionaire back home, and all she has to do is keep up a consistent grade and her sponsor will keep paying for her schooling. again, idk if you’ll be lucky enough to find one of these “sponsors” but it never hurts to look around, you know? (this is NOT a sugar daddy btw hsajdhajs just wanted to make myself clear)

and… at the end of the day, there’s also work you can consider. even though i have a bunch of scholarships, it’s still not enough to pay for my entire tuition, not to mention i have to think about rent and food and other stuff as well. it’s why i have to work two jobs at a time sometimes to make things work, or sometimes i’ll have to ask my parents for help (which i hate doing because. well. i’m just not about that life.) so you can take that into account as well.

if you’re really worried about money and not sure if you’ll be able to support yourself financially while abroad, i suggest making a plan of sorts on how much money you think you can acquire through scholarships FIRST, and then seeing if you can sustain yourself with that money CONSISTENTLY or not. bc it’s easy to think “oh, as long as i get my entrance award, then that’s good enough” when really, you have to think longterm as well. think about WHERE the funds will come from (parents, relatives, scholarships, work) and whether this will be enough to keep you afloat when you get out there into the world.

good luck!! idk how helpful this is, but to anyone out there wondering if it’s worth going abroad to study… i can’t say that for certain, but i CAN say that it’s possible. remember: studying abroad in top schools will only bring you so far; your own ability and effort is what will matter in the long run.

#HASJDHJASH THIS GOT LOJNG #damn i should just make a tag for all the asks i answer when i give advice #zee gives advice #Anonymous #answered

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 6 years

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how to keep yourself together during uni semesters in australia:

im not gonna lie: over the past 3 years at uni, i have never kept myself together. so, im probably not the right type of person to give anyone advice on how to keep yourself “together” at uni lmao. but i felt like doing it, since im close to finishing so here you go, people:

class/subject and degree advice:

- if you’re not doing a double degree (which will probably give you four or five subjects to do each sem, and a full 4-5 days at uni each week, like some of my friends), stay home on your days off. take those days both to relax, and also fill yourself in to do some of your readings (although i’ll admit i only started the “doing my readings” thing this semester after two years of ignoring them, lol whoops.) this will help your stress levels a bit (hopefully) bc at least you know what the fuck you’re talking about in class and can actually say something during your tuts/lectures.

- if you’re doing a single degree or even a double degree (again i know some people who’ve done it with double degrees), and your full load of 4 or maybe 5 subjects is stressing you the fuck out, drop down to three units per a semester, if you want to actually keep a full load for certain things. yes, it will make your degree go slower in most cases, but not as slow as going part time. it will obvs make your load a tad lighter (if you’re a full-time student), and it’ll free up your days spent at uni. it will give you fewer deadlines to worry/stress about.

on another note, go part time if you want to/have to. i met one person at a careers fair this year who’d been at uni for five years doing her commerce degree with just one subject a semester bc it gave her less stress and plenty of time to actually work at her job.

- go to your faculty’s/school’s help desk to find out whether your course progression is right. also book meetings with the head of your faculty whenever you can; according to the head of the students bookings are open or wherever possible in your timetable. doing this lets you know whether you’re progressing with your course in the right time-frame, or right time-frame for you. remember, these people are there to help you. this saved me hours of worrying throughout my degree.

- TRANSFER DEGREES IF YOU HAVE TO: if you feel out of your depth, or completely disinterested in your degree, transfer from it. in some cases (mostly if you’re in the same faculty and the degree is a flexible/general one) you can easily get the first year subjects in transfer credit. this is what i did in first year, when i realised that i felt very out my depth, personality-wise and for other reasons, in the bachelor of communication and media studies in 2015. i knew, after one semester of it, that it was not what i wanted to study.

I realised that forcing myself through marketing and management subjects and studying blogging at uni just bc i had a tumblr- yes, that was my kind of ridiculous and super misguided reason for picking the course, believe it or not- would “kill” me, (like obvs not literally) but it would drain tf out of me if i continued w/ it. but luckily, since it was in the same faculty, all i had to do was do an extra subject in spring sem in 2015 (bc degree changes required you to have 24 credit points in a semester to transfer at my uni for most courses), and that sem sucked, but i got a years worth of credit in my degree, so i finish one semester earlier.

- for classes in a single degree, try and find your ideal amount of days at uni. my ideal is three days. i almost had the opportunity to have a two day week at uni this sem, bc the timetable gods were almost good to me. but unfortunately, the timetable gods were assholes and managed to let a two hour tut for one class (editing) on tuesdays ran through my US literature lecture. but i also didn’t really want just 2 days at uni, bc i knew that i probably wouldn’t be fucking productive at all in the 3 remaining days i had off during the week.

- go part-time if you have to, no matter whether you’re on a single or a double degree. do your degree on your own terms.

- don’t listen to your parents spiel on your degree or what majors/minors to do. same goes for running your subject choices by your parents.

- or if uni is really, really getting you down, you can defer for six months and go back later. (also, for mental health, see a councilor/psychologist either from your uni or outside of uni, i started doing this after a mental breakdown in second year).

- on feedback from your professors/tutors: okay, so. i’ll admit here that i’ve become the asshole student that literally only gives a shit about the number grade, rather than the quality etc comments that the professor (usually) gives back to me after they’ve marked my assignment, bc i don’t really have the heart to read what they’ve written etc. but, like. actually read their feedback... or listen to it.

if you have an odd professor that likes to give audio feedback (one of my philosophy profs did this, and no. i didn’t listen to it on either assignment, particularly bc it was my least fave subject that sem and bc i had a drama with the essay that lost me like 20% of my grade for that subject), listen back to it and see what they say on your (presumably, i have faith in y’all) well bullshitted essay. their feedback is valuable. also don’t be afraid to approach your tutors for feedback either.

- on asking for help/advice on your assignments or the subject in general from your profs/tutors: DO THIS. of course, it’ll just be general guidance in their consultation hours or via email, but, don’t be scared to ask them! it might boost your marks a bit or help you clarify your essay’s argument or something like that. i was too terrified for the better part of my degree, and then too stubborn to ask for help from my profs/tutors and i think that’s why my marks and my mental health got kinda shitty. idk how to ask for help. but then again, idk how many people actually do this in the courses i did. but y’all do it.

for the general side of this, they can help you by giving you extensions (if they’re not an asshole) or whatever to help you sort your shit out. this is something i never did. but do it when you need it.

- on the topic of marks, they don’t matter. but don’t try and settle in the “p’s get degrees” mindset... even though i say this whenever i get a final mark and it’s a pass. i aimed for a credit average tbh, marks wise. i’m dead average lmao. but then again, i’ve never been a straight-A student, born to graduate uni with like high class honours or the like.

general uni life and life advice:

- GET YOUR P’S OR BLACKS (i.e. GET YOUR DRIVER’S LICENCE Y’ALL), if your family circumstances permit it or if you’re motivated enough, before you get to uni. it’ll open up so many opportunities on campus (if you don’t live on the campus and you live far away from it). and also other ops outside of uni. (but then again you might not bother driving to uni everyday bc like uni parking, depending how it is at your uni, will always be a fight for spots.

- although i said earlier to use your days off to do some study... also use them for self-care and like life admin meaning the following:

face masks

actually take a looooonnnnngggg fucking showers y’all. the shower is the one place you’ll actually fully relax while you’re at uni. also it’s a good place to mentally plan and map out your essays etc.

yes, netflix

BUY A KINDLE (if your budget permits ofc). although it was a big cost on the outset obvs (its like $200), it was the best investment for me. i saved a fuck ton of money for some subjects, bc the books were either free or like $20-$30 cheaper on my kindle and not anywhere between $20-$40 for some texts in the uni shop. like, textbooks for english lit/creative writing or even philosophy (sometimes) etc subjects, can amount in costing to $200 or more in total for buying separate texts, just like a single, average business/law/nursing/science textbook.

read books from outside of your prescribed texts, and get totally engrossed in them if you can. i did this in first year with the complete tomorrow, when the war began series and the ellie chronicles (it’s sequel trilogy) by john marsden. and yes, i completely ignored by readings for these books, bc i hated like 90% of my uni texts. but i’ll admit that it made uni a tad more bearable, though.

if you have free days, do not go into uni. use them to catch up on sleep. or do my next point.

apply for jobs. maybe you’ll be lucky to get one and learn how to balance study with work. also it can keep you sane, money wise. something i didn’t get to have during these last 3 and a 1/2 years. but you’ll also get to know how hiring works, in general.

make yourself a fucking study timetable. this will help you get an idea of when you’re set for study. and i know, i know. it’s so hypocritical of me to suggest this bc i never bothered to make one for myself anf instead went with “i’ll study when i feel like it”......... which, um, barely ever happened all throughout uni... until this sem. lol whoops. try and stick to your timetable.

if you can, delete you fucking tumblr.

COFFEE! COFFEE! COFFEE! MAKE THIS BEVERAGE YOUR FRIEND.

if your uni has a bar, don’t avoid it. you might make friends there. i was alone at uni for a vast bulk of the time, so i avoided the bar and mostly stayed in the library.... which didn’t give me much time to make friends.

if you make good friends at uni, talk to them often, so that you can coordinate some of your classes/tuts with them and so you can exchange not w/ each other to save time come exams. it’ll also save your ass in some classes where the prof passes around the roll in the lecture and doesn’t really check the attendance

also try and pick subjects that have recorded lectures, those fuckers save your ass come essay writing time etc.

if you’re doing literature/creative writing etc subjects, read some of your prescribed texts in the uni break- in either the november-march break or the june/july break. yeah, it’ll drive you insane bc you’re reading for a class in the holidays, but, fuck. it’s saved my ass a couple of times with books that are anywhere between 200-400 pages long (e.g. wuthering heights, lady chatterly’s lover, the grapes of wrath, any of shakespeare’s plays etc etc) giving me either a lighter reading load bc I’d finished the book during break or I’d left a few pages near the end of the book, but had read the bulk saving me a fuck tonne of reading time during the heavy part of the sem.

AUDIOBOOKS BITCHES. i only started using audiobooks on youtube when doing shakespeare. but damn. they’re amazing if you don’t really want to be engaged in a physical book sometimes, and great for gauging the tone of whats being said/picturing the characters more clearly when doing literature/creative writing subs. i’ve heard several times that they’re particularly good for commuting to and from uni, if you live far away. but sometimes they can be a bit pricey.

buy secondhand textbooks y’all.

DO NOT BUY YOUR TEXTBOOKS IN ADVANCE, in some cases. i did this for a lot of my subjects, and some times one to two of the texts changed each year... or in one case, THE WHOLE FUCKING READING LIST CHANGED. LITERALLY, and i’d spent like $200 buying the books in advance. but also, i got to read some good books by accident. don’t waste your money. but if you can find them cheap (like old editions in other fields obvs, that students are selling, buy them if you hella need the book)

take lunch in to save money on expensive campus food. but on that same note, don’t forget to spoil yourself with some of the nice food on campus every once in while.

also for lit/creative writing subjects, go to your local op shop or thrift shop to find some of the older books and get them for like $2 or 90cents instead of the fucking $15-$30 that your uni will have you sell your soul for.

Feel free to add more!!! and defs for other fields!

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