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[leilawrites]

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Expert Write a Synopsis: PhD and Thesis Support

The world of academic writing is a daunting endeavor especially when it comes to writing an engaging summary. Whether you’re a PhD candidate or a master’s student, a well-written synopsis is crucial for presenting your research proposal effectively. This blog delves into the importance of Write a synopsis and how they can aid in your academic journey.

What is a Synopsis?

A synopsis is a brief outline of a research project, describing the purpose, method and the expected results. It acts as a plan for your research and helps readers and advisors comprehend the importance of your research. For PhD candidates, a well-written synopsis is essential to getting approval, funding and even publication.

The Importance of a Well-Written Synopsis

Clarity and Focus: A well-written synopsis defines your research goals and concerns, establishing an outline to your research.

First Impressions are important: A well-written summary can grab the attention of readers and demonstrate your understanding of the subject and its significance.

Guidelines for future Work The synopsis you write serves as a point of reference throughout your research and helps you stay in line with your initial goals.

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1. PhD Synopsis Writing Services

PhD students often encounter unique difficulties when it comes to writing their synopses. They must show the depth of their knowledge as well as a thorough research plan. The writing services for PhD synopsis help students create robust proposals that are in line with the requirements of their institutions.

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Writing services for the thesis go far beyond summary statements, providing comprehensive assistance throughout the entire process. It includes preparing proposals, structuring chapters or even revising drafts. If you're looking for consistency within your writing assignments, choosing these services will provide you with invaluable help.

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To understand the elements that make a great synopsis, examining samples of writing can be extremely beneficial. Here are some of the common elements that are found in synopsis samples for writing services:

Title Description: A concise and clear title that conveys the core of your research.

Abstract: A short summary of the research question goals, the research objectives, and their significance.

Introduction The introduction section explains the background and the context of the research.

Methodology: A thorough description of the method you intend for conducting your study.

Expected Results: A discussion of the expected impact and significance of your study.

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When looking for examples, you should look for diversity in research topics and approaches. Examples that are clear should exhibit coherence as well as a coherent circulation of data. This is not just a showcase of the author's skills but is also a source of inspiration to your own writing.

Conclusion

A properly written synopsis is crucial to an academic's success particularly in the case of advanced degrees. The use of professional synopsis writing assistance can offer the needed support to make sure your thesis is distinctive. From the PhD synopsis writing services to full thesis writing assistance, utilizing expert assistance can speed up your research process

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[kids-worldfun]

Steps To Write a Synopsis for an Assignment

A synopsis is an essential tool for conveying the key points of a longer piece of writing in many fields, including business, academia, literature, and cinema. Condensing intricate stories of concepts into a concise yet captivating style is an art form that demands accuracy, imagination, and skill in crafting captivating synopsis. What is a synopsis and how to compose the most effective version…

[quarterlifekitty]

Imagine meeting Russian Literature Professor!Nikolai after class, begging him to give you just a little bit of extra credit because you just need to pass his class, fully aware of what you're implying to him.

And boy, does he have some extra credit for you alright.

The thing is, Nikolai isn’t just doing this because you’re pretty. He’s not just fixated on you because you like to wear skirts to class and cross and uncross your legs frequently. No, he’s stuck on you because you’re a good girl.

He can see how hard you try. It’s part of how he can get away with checking you out from time to time— you’re always so busy with your notation, eyes darting between the board and your pages. He can pick out the sound of your gel pen clicking from a whole lecture hall of students, and it makes him smile when he hears it.

You turn in all of your work on time. You raise your hand in class to contribute, he’s seen you holed up in the library on more than one occasion busying yourself with review. You even visit him during his office hours, how cute is that? He gets to see you all by your lonesome, offer you something from his candy drawer (you always politely decline), and get close enough to smell your perfume.

And graciously, he says another visit will do for extra credit. They can have a discussion on the most recent novel you studied in class, and you’ll receive more than enough credit to pass.

Only for him to request you sit in his lap for the discussion once you arrive. You could refuse— he wouldn’t begrudge you that. He’d still ask his questions on story analysis, you could still get your credit. But you stare at his thick thigh before shyly shuffling to his side of the desk, hesitantly lowering as if he might suddenly change his mind. An arm coils firm around your waist and he bounces you on his knee to adjust your position a bit.

“Tell me, what do you think is Sonya’s motivation for continuing to involve herself with Raskolnikov?”

You have to take a breath before answering.

“Well, she’s horrified by the ways in which he tortures himself, a-and wants to help him…”

Your professors fingers start to play with the elastic of your thigh-highs, sliding beneath to squeeze you a little.

“But why help? Is it out of pity, perhaps love?”

“I suppose… it could be her newfound Christian sensibilities from Lizaveta… But I think she has a habit of destructive selflessness. It’s why she became a prostitute to h-help her…” your breath catches as he hand moves upwards, beneath the hem of your skirt and nearing the warm apex of your thighs. “… her family. And as a f-female supporting character to a male protagonist, I don’t think Dostoevsky thought h-her motives e-entirely through.” His thumb traces the seam of your cunt through your panties.

“So she is a utilitarian character, yes? What is her purpose to the narrative?” The arm around you tugs you somehow closer to his chest, and he’s close enough now to bury his nose in your hair and breathe deep. But he restrains, for now.

“She, uhm— sh-she is a manifestation of Raskolnikov’s conscience. T-Tells him to… to…”

You whimper when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles.

“Go on,” he urges, the smile in his voice barely concealed, if at all.

“T-To do the right thing. She even… e-even…” Your honey slicks against his fingerprints and he can resist no longer, diving into your waistband so he can feel your hot, leaking cunt without a barrier.

“A-appears when he’s thinking twice about… about turning himself in.”

You struggle to keep in a moan when a middle finger pushes past your entrance, curling and stroking inside you.

“Do you think, when they met again in Serbia, that they made love, pchelka? That he felt her with his fingers, his tongue, his cock?” A shiver runs through you, to Nikolai’s absolute delight.

“U-Uhm, ah— m-maybe.” Another finger joins the first, scissoring and pushing deeper, until his palm can push against your clit.

“Let me show you what I think may have happened, malýshka.”

[whywoulditho]

they did it. they rewrote jason as the violent robin :(

[pretzlforpresident]

Sonadowtober day 7: Paranormal

Organized by @sonadowtober :>

+ Bonus doodle that I was going to finish but didn’t have enough energy

[sacredfire44]

Kinda wanna read/write a post-canon Bingqiu fic set years later, where during some routine, silly wife plot, Binghe somehow finds out that the soul attached to his husband’s body is not, in fact, the original soul.

Like any person, his first assumption isn’t that his husband had replaced the original SQQ. It’s that an imposter has replaced his husband.

A skilled imposter. One who knows all of his husband’s little quirks, who slipped under even Binghe’s watchful eye.

Binghe takes care to not indicate that he’s noticed. His blood parasites confirm this is still his husband’s body, and he refuses to scare them into running before he can get the imposter out.

Binghe spends weeks researching and practicing, until he’s finally certain he can tear the imposter’s soul apart without hurting his husband. Praying, desperately, that it’s a powerful possession instead of a replacement. Praying his husband is still alive in there.

Finally, he slips into the imposter’s dreamscape, clinging to threads and forcing his way as close to the soul as possible, for the surface-level dreams show him in SQQ’s body. Inside, he finds a small man, with big eyes and stick-thin arms, features far too similar to his Shizun. A cheap, pathetic mockery of Shen Qingqiu, he makes sure to tell them.

They are weak outside of Shen qingqiu’s powerful body. It is all too easy to restrain them, to rage and revile them for their crimes, to question what they’ve done, to tear them apart, limb from limb-

“How long?,”He’d snarled, furious, claws digging into the pathetic parasite’s left arm, yanking it just far enough for the strain to burn.

“Years,”The imposter says, eyes wide and wet. Crying.

Years. Years with his husband that this imposter has taken, has stolen from them. Nights spent entangled, lazy mornings spent curled into each other’s embrace, soft evenings spent watching the sunset.

Binghe yanks the arm the rest of the way out, relishing in the way the parasite screams. It will know pain for what it’s taken from him, for what it’s taken from his Shizun.

XXXX

At first, Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, didn’t know what was happening. He’d thought of himself as Shen Qingqiu for years now, so waking up in his original body had been confusing and disorienting.

When Binghe appeared as well, he knew immediately it was a nightmare. It couldn’t be anything but that. Binghe, his Binghe as he was now, would never look at him like this, like he was the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, the scum of the earth.

It was rare to have nightmares nowadays. Binghe was always watching his dreams too closely to let something like that slip by. But the last few weeks, he’d been absorbed in his newest little pet project, exhausted and stressed by whatever it was he refused to talk about. Shen Qingqiu didn’t blame him for having one night of sleep without constant vigilance.

“So the imposter shows himself,”Dream-Binghe said, and ah, what an odd thing to dream up! Shen Qingqiu was just as good as the original goods, and he knew it! There was no way at all he had such insecurities, and certainly not any strong enough to appear as dreams! If he’d had such dreams before, that was simply a coincidence, a trick of the mind repeating the scenario it’d already created to avoid making a new one.

But Binghe doesn’t rant and rave at him for lying, doesn’t call out his betrayal. Instead, his eyes hard and cold, his claws tight where they dig into his wrists, he questions him.

Why?

I don’t know, Shen Qingqiu has to answer. I woke up in this body.

Where is he?

I don’t know, he answers again.

How long?

Here, Shen Qingqiu bites down a cry of pain as his left arm his yanked painfully out, a loud pop as it tugs out of his socket. The pain is real, he realizes deliriously. It’s real the way the Punishment Protocol had been. The thought makes ice pool in his chest.

What had he done to deserve a punishment from the System?

The hand tightens, the bones in his wrist creaking ominously at the strength of the hold.

The look in Binghe’s eyes hurts far more, though. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes until they’re spilling over, until his voice comes out as a broken warble.

“Years,”He whispers at last, aware he’s hammering the final nail into his coffin.

It’s only as his arm is yanked away, as muscle and sinew tears with a sickening squelch, that it occurs to him. The punishment protocol had worked by sharing his dreamscape with the original Bingge. It hadn’t summoned nightmares out of no where.

This wasn’t Bingge. He’d known it on sight. Had recognized it in the curlier hair, the taller build.

This wasn’t Bingge. This was his husband.

And this wasn’t a dream.

XXX

Binghe watches as the pathetic worm scrambles away from him, gasping and hiccuping through his tears. His remaining arm shakes against the jagged edge of his stump, trying to stem the flow of blood. It won’t do a damn thing. This is a dream world, and that form is just a representation of his soul.

“I’m sorry,”It begs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Binghe forgive me- “

“Do not call me that,” He hisses. This parasite had squirmed its way in, had settled in and gotten comfortable in its place as his husband, but that spot would only ever belong to his Shizun, his rightful Shizun. Everything else… everything else had been a lie!

“No!,”The imposter gasped. Had Binghe spoken out loud? “No, it wasn’t! I really- I really tried to be honest, I- I-“

It gulped, face pale and wan, tears spilling over its cheeks. Its voice dropped to a whimper.

“I loved you. I thought you loved me too.”

Luo Binghe let out a harsh laugh. So that was the plan? Replace his husband and try and make him grow attached? Try to squirm into his heart, when it was already spoken for?

“I could never love a pathetic fake!,”He snarled. “I’ve been planning your death from the moment I learned!”

The imposter sucked in a sharp breath. They stopped scrambling away, simply sitting before him, shaking and curled into themselves.

It didn’t try to run again as he stepped forward. Not even as he grabbed its leg and tore it from its body. It screamed, and thrashed, but made no effort to pull itself away again.

Instead, the insolent wretch began muttering under his breath, a plea and a prayer in one. Begging for forgiveness, for the dream to end, for Binghe to wake him up. Pathetic. Had the imposter really fallen in love with him over the course of its tenure?

He dug his claws into the stump at its shoulder to stop it. The muttering broke into muffled cries, biting their lip as they struggled to hold them back. A habit he recognized from his husband. Disgusting, he thought, holding to the illusion for pity until the very last second.

“You’re just a cowardly weakling, leeching off of Shen Qingqiu. You fell in love with me? Then know this in your heart.”

Binghe dug his fingers in harder, harder, until his claws scrapped against the shattered bone of the socket and dug in. The parasite’s eyes nearly rolled back into its head as it jerked. Binghe lifted it off the ground by the bone, then held still until the worm caught its breath.

“I could never love the man before me. I would never have even looked at you twice had I known.”

Binghe expands his awareness to the dream world around him. From a greater distance, the soul of the imposter is more like a small flickering flame, a little glow between his hands, than a man.

It takes almost no effort at all, to close his fist around it and smother the flame.

XXX

Binghe wakes up in the morning, ecstatic to finally be done with this journey and desperate for love from his husband who he’s apparently not seen in years.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up with him.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up at all.

XXX

Anyway now that I’ve officially written a short version of it I want y’all to know that Shang Qinghua would be the one to tell him, after rushing over when he gets an alert that the account of User 002 was deactivated.

Binghe gets to metaphorically self-destruct, realizing everything he said and did was to his own husband and not an assumed imposter. The world shapes itself to Binghe’s wishes, and he still has access to the holy mausoleum, so he manages to bring back Shen Qingqiu. I debated having him bring back Shen Jiu instead but I love the protagonist of any book I read, and that includes Shen Yuan, so instead he brings back his husband whose heartbroken and runs off, with a new level of instinctive terror to go along with it. Binghe really does try to give him room, but that does neither of them good because Binghe drowns in his guilt and the confirmation of his husband’s fear, and Shen Yuan drowns in his heartbreak and confirmation of his husband’s rejection.

The happy ending comes after a slowburn of binghe groveling and breaking himself down(a la Lost and Found in Limitless Clarity) with a side of both being left with new insecurities to add to the existing ones post-canon.

(And if Binghe now dreams of the delicate flicker of a soul between his hands, now jolts awake to the reminder of how small it was, how easy to smother, well-

-it’s the least he deserves, isn’t it?)

[vampiremolloy]

Covers of all of Daniel Molloy's books (that we know of)

[bizarrelittlemew]

what people think being a phd student is like: groundbreaking research, cute academia outfits, lively classroom discussions during teaching, inspiring conferences, writing your thesis in film-worthy libraries and cute coffee shops

what being a phd student is actually like: imposter syndrome, forgetting that you even own nice clothes because you never use them, ending up on 3-4 more daily medications than when you started, trying to make your extremely niche research topic sound impactful on funding applications and getting rejected anyway, searching through 5 different calendars for a 25-minute window where all your supervisors can be there (2 of them won't make it anyway), doing multiple other projects before actually getting to the ones your thesis is about (at least you get your name on papers, which leads us to:), the whole soul-crushing publishing process, getting your patience tested by students who don't prepare for classes at all (but expect you to summarize and explain 3-4 lectures of stuff to them in 5 minutes during a hands-on tutorial), writing your thesis and putting together an assessment committee last minute, starting to feel nausea at the word "networking", experiencing levels of burnout you didn't know existed, university bureaucracy slowly but surely draining your will to live

[dangerpronebuddie]

“I’m sorry for not believing you”

For you, lovely! Under the cut because tumblr has something against me.

“Why do you sound like you have your head stuck in a bucket?” Eddie says with a confused frown. 

“Well it’s not!” Buck huffs. “I… UGH I’m so stupid!”

“You’re not stupid,” Eddie says definitively. “I’m almost there, tell me what happened.”

“I was carving pumpkins for us to take to Hen and Karen’s party,” Buck says, his voice muffled and echoey and far away. It may just be because the speaker on Eddie’s phone is jacked up.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie says when Buck doesn’t continue, drawing out the syllables. “And?”

“And I… might have my head stuck in a pumpkin.” 

Eddie opens his mouth to reply, when the words fully register. He rolls his lips and swallows the laugh bubbling up in his chest. “You do not have a pumpkin stuck on your head.”

“Why would I lie about having a fucking pumpkin stuck on my head?” Buck cries. 

Eddie pulls up outside Buck’s building and hops out, forgetting the hat to his costume on the seat and jogging inside. “I’m in the elevator, I’ll be there in a minute,” Eddie says, preparing himself for whatever catastrophe Buck is really facing.

“The door’s unlocked,” Buck says with a weary sigh before hanging up. 

Eddie jogs to Buck’s door and steps inside. 

He freezes in his tracks and bites down hard on his lip to keep from bursting out laughing. “Buck.”

Buck whirls around to face him, his cape swishing with the movement, his eyes just barely visible through the carved eyes of the pumpkin on his head. 

“You-” Eddie claps a hand over his mouth- “you actually have a pumpkin on your head.”

“I told you!” His voice sounds even more garbled than it did on the phone, and his wide puppy eyes peering at him through the gourd should make Eddie feel guilty for wanting to laugh, but it has the opposite effect. 

“I'm sorry for not believing you,” Eddie says, his hand still over his mouth to hold back his giggles. 

“Apologize later, just help me!” Buck exclaims, tugging at the gourd adorning his noggin. 

Eddie joins him at the kitchen island. “How did you even… Why did you even…”

“Remember, I told you Jee wanted me to be-”

“The headless horseman from that one Scooby Doo,” Eddie nods, Buck's logic making as much sense now as it probably could. “And you wanted to see if you could use an actual pumpkin for the head.”

Buck's shoulders drop. “Yeah,” he admits, a little dejected.

“You're adorable,” Eddie says with a smile way too fond. His eyes widen in shock at the same time Buck's do. He most definitely did not mean to say that out loud. 

Buck recovers first. Even without the mouth carved out, Eddie can tell there's a smirk on his face, albeit a little sheepish. “Even with a pumpkin on my head?” 

Eddie snorts a surprised laugh. “Even with a pumpkin on your head.” He looks at the array of utensils and special carving tools Buck has spread across the island and selects a short, serrated knife.

“You sure you want out?” Eddie grins. “I think it suits you.”

Buck ducks his head and topples forward a little with the weight of the gourd, a small, surprised whoa escaping his lips. Eddie giggles and helps right him. “Yes, get me out of here,” Buck says. “I know orange is my color, but this is too much.”

Eddie chuckles and sets to work, starting at the top of the pumpkin, which Buck had thankfully carved out already. 

“Hold still,” Eddie says softly. He doesn't know if this'll work, but they've got to start somewhere. 

Buck does as instructed, fingers gripping the countertop to keep from fidgeting as Eddie carefully saws through the pumpkin. He doesn't go deep enough to completely puncture it, but he creates enough give to pry it apart. 

Buck sighs in relief as the pumpkin comes apart in Eddie's hands. There's a few seeds in his curls and the puppy eyes are out in full force, and Eddie truly doesn't think he's ever looked more beautiful. 

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck says, a blush high on his cheeks. 

“Always,” Eddie says, much more soft than necessary. “But please don't do that again.”

Buck giggles. “I don't plan on it. But if I do, I know I can call Zorro to help me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile. “This costume was your idea, remember?”

“I didn't think you'd actually do it,” Buck says, trailing his fingertips along the collar of Eddie's half buttoned shirt. 

“Buck, I don't think there's a single thing you could ask of me that I wouldn't do,” Eddie declares, looking into his eyes. He thinks he should be terrified, but giddiness overtakes any lingering fear when Buck tugs him close by the collar. 

“Yeah?” Buck's eyes dart down to his lips. “Even if I asked you to kiss me?” 

Eddie cups his cheek and draws him into a devastating kiss. Buck makes a soft noise against his lips Eddie swallows down. He tastes a little like pumpkin but Eddie doesn't care. Something settles inside him as Buck cups his face in his hands, deepening the kiss. 

Buck is the first to pull away, resting their foreheads together. “So… if there’s nothing you wouldn’t do…” Eddie watches, half dazed, as a smirk spreads across Buck’s kiss-swollen lips. “Then would you let me fu-”

Eddie cuts him off with a quick kiss they both laugh into. “We’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have a party to get to. I didn’t dress like this for nothing.”

Buck hums and kisses him again. “You sure didn’t.”

Eddie makes himself pull away and take Buck’s hand. “Come on, pumpkin.”

Send me an I'm Sorry prompt!

[bonesbuckleup]

The thing they don't tell you about writing an original book is that you also have to write a synopsis, and that? that, my friends, is what hell is.

[else-creates]

Nobody Can Help You

Since I'm going to start posting my original Superhero story in a little over week I feel like I should give it a little introduction.

I've had the vague idea to tell my own Superhero story for as long as I can remember really, I've made OCs in every fandom I've been in but I think the first real sparks for this project and idea for a direction to take the concept came when I was watching My Hero Academia. The concept of hero agencies and Superheroism as a for profit industry gave me the idea of "A Lex Luthor type villain would win here, all he has to do is buy controlling shares in the agencies" which steadily evolved and grew into something else.

Other Superhero media, primarily the Web Serial 'Worm' and to a lesser extent things like the Static Year One comics, The Boys and the MCU have helped me solidify the angle I want to take as it's become a trend lately that Superheroes are no longer people doing the right thing because it's the right thing any more, in a lot of cases they're paid employees and/or acting on behalf of a government. This idea, paired with the way the rich and corporations use the government and its' agencies to do their bidding gave me something to work with that I think is more interesting than just another "What if Superman was evil" story.

What if Superman was just in it for the paycheck and benefits, what if he wasn't evil....He just had bills to pay.

How do you protest in a world where Superman helps the riot police.

How do you fight corruption in a world where the rich and corrupt are funding the supposed watchdogs.

How do you live in a world where a Superhero will walk past a burning building because they just clocked out and they're not getting paid overtime to deal with it.

In Port Xavier the Vigilante group 'The Nobodies' are answering the question "When being a hero is just another job, who do you call for help?"

Prologue coming 1/1/25

[butmakeitgayblog]

[havenshereagain]

The TimKon 6+1 is up on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67231516

See You In My Dreams Ao3 Summary: 6 times Tim dreamt of Kon, and one time he woke up to him.

(MCD and underage tags are just to be on the safe side - MCD refers to canon character deaths, and there is no actual underage sex, but underage wet dreams vaguely described)

[vxsellie]

i listened to the voices & they told me to make the most inhumanly tragic bones and all au ,,,,,

[brandinotbroke]

after working at the library for a little over 2 months now, i am starting to notice how 99% of book synopses are written like sims 2 family biographies

"Protagonist and sidekick want to conquer the world, but oh noes! Sidekick has a major problem/secret/dumb family! Will they still be able to do whatever the fuck they wanted to do or is EVERYTHING DOOMED????"