I have realised that my name is incredibly popular within academia, (meaning that I constantly get asked by the academia app whether a paper is mine because the author has the same name); does anyone write academic papers using a pseudonym?
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wait, you're a lawyer? for real?
I got an associates in stage tech, a double BFA in Graphic Design and 3D Design, and then went to law school on full academic scholarship, booked twelve classes, fell asleep during the Bar Exam three times (but passed with flying colors before the curve), and the motion for my admission to practice (put forward by my brother, also a lawyer), started, "My sister has many issues, but the one before the Court today is that of her admission to the State Bar of Michigan."
And somehow yes, they do let me practice law.
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Pc/you and gn school LIs + Great Hawk doing a three legged race
Whitney is tripping you the fuck up I'm so sorry. They are going to make fun of you regardless of if you were outspeeding them or not.
Kylar is tripping you guys because they got too excited that you're that close and their legs were too weak. Carry them. Please. (--- Status btw)
Depending on your physique and athleticism, you are either keeping pace with Sydney or they run too fast and you fall or something. It's funny and they fuss over you after the fact because you could have gotten hurt. The more corrupt they are, the more likely they are to laugh at you before helping.
Robin will try to keep pace with you no matter how fast or slow you are. Please don't outrun them they will make the saddest most sopping wet cat face at you.
Great Hawk is confused, they simply Pick You Up. Goodbye <33
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weaving moonlight | ivory wraith x pc
18+ only
the wraith's hair is soft. its translucent locks fall between your fingers like rivulets of cool water as you weave them into a loose braid.
"i missed your hands," the specter muses, its voice a sonorous hum that reverberates throughout the stones of the ruins.
before you entered its watery crypt, the blood moon hung high in the sky like a wound of the world, limning the ripples of the lake crimson.
the veil was made thin once again, making this the only time you and the terror that loved you could touch.
you did not fully understand your connection to the wraith, this terrible and unknowable being that began its search for you ever since your first dip in the lake, but there was an urge within you to be by its side. a tether binding your souls.
it was lonely. it knew you. and you found it beautiful.
"i'm done," you say, stepping back to watch it prod at the new braids with its many hands.
"hm." it hums, picking up a discarded metal plate and buffing it until it was clear enough to see its reflection.
"beautiful," it breathes, tilting its head to admire the small pieces of shell and sea glass woven throughout its moonlit hair. the wraith's eyes flick to yours, so blue and so brilliant. "you used to braid my hair like this. do you remember, droplet?"
you pause. you can't quite explain what happens next. like an upwelling, a memory floats to the surface, unhindered by the tides of time: you from another life weaving flowers into the hair of your beloved. they turn to look at you, their eyes the endless blue of a perfect sky.
"yes," you breathe, suddenly back within the wet confines of the ruins.
the wraith smiles, content with your answer. you feel its ghostly tendrils wrap around your legs, caress your arms.
"i never got to thank you," it says, drifting closer to cup your face with a cool palm. seashells brush against your skin as the wraith's mouth hovers just a breath from your own. you feel its other hand slip beneath your waistband.
at first, you felt afraid when it first touched you like this. now, you welcome its embrace by curling your hand over its nape.
tendrils wrap around your limbs. it licks a cool stripe across your neck, hungry. always so hungry.
"perhaps," the wraith muses as it slips itself inside your warmth, eliciting a moan as sweet as music. "i shall take my time to express my gratitude."
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Nevertheless, according to the simplest and widest definition, art is anything that is human-made. Within the scope of this definition, not only paintings and sculptures but also buildings, furniture, automobiles, cities, and garbage dumps are all works of art: every change that human activity has wrought upon the face of nature is art, be it good or bad, beautiful or ugly, beneficial or destructive.
philosophy of art | Definition, Theories, History, & Facts | Britannica
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cw // if you squint, incest/twincest
twins au - eros & eri !
i'm so endeared by the idea that they exist in the same world and that they're twins who care deeply for each other HBJERBFJHERF.
dol pc1 and 2 are just the same pc, just different genders HJERFBJHERF but their storylines/purpose as pcs are so different i got curious and thought,,, you know it'd be fun to have twins au!
so far what i have is: inseparable and protective twin siblings who have been with each other for years. when they became of age, and bailey started charging them, eros knew it was too dangerous for his sister to work in this town. although he was as sheltered as eri, he was friends with a lot of the older orphans, who wouldn't exactly hide what goes on in the town. since then, he's offered to go work most days of the week to earn both of their keep while eri attends school on his behalf. he'll only attend school every fridays to just pass the exams so he could keep his grades up and graduate. eros is apart of the Temple and is an initiate. eri isn't, she's just a normal schoolkid and although she is a lot more sheltered, she wasn't naive. she could only imagine the kind of danger eros put himself through just to keep them from getting sold by bailey. despite her begging, eros refuses to let her get a job, and insists she focuses on school so she could also teach him for friday exams.
though that does all change when robin can't keep up with his debt payments, and without eros knowing, eri went to look for work as well (and gets up to all sorts of shenanigans with guys) BHERBFBHRF
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sometimes I forget that when I was 7 my house and all of our possessions were destroyed in an accidental house fire that left us homeless for quite a long time. alongside other life changing traumatic events outside of my control that may have had a negative impact on my mental health as a whole. and I feel better because oh yeah there's reasons why I feel insane in the brain half the time. it is, in fact, NOT a punishment from God explicitly for being Not Good Enough. unfortunate Events were even happening after the fire if you could believe it. such is life
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