#GRAD CORE

[davidtennantpussytulpa]

sorry professor i couldnt study for the quiz because i was busy posting about scissoring with cis men between posts about how i need david tennant to have a vagina. yeah i know everyone tries to use that excuse but it really happened to me!!!!!

[multitudesofkatys]

flying out to maryland tomorrow for my pre-trip lectures…….i literally have not flown since last time i went to england 8 years ago…..

[sheisanimposter]

yeah, regularly eating and sleeping sounds cool, but have you ever gotten a perfect score on a paper?

[elonomhblog]

getting out of a rut

my few days of regression were not significant to my journey at all. i'm aware that going backwards a little is something that always will happen when you are growing. i did so well in my first 10 days or so of productivity before i entered this. it overcame me and i just did not have any motivation to do anything. i wanted to lay in bed forever, not eat or study or go outside. it is so unlike me and it always makes me feel so inauthentic.

i have a bit of an odd coping mechanism to get out of a rut. i'm not sure how healthy it is but whenever i feel myself growing so horribly bored and tired, my main priority is to not mindlessly consume content. i choose a show (usually atla, since it only has three seasons) and for the following week or days, i watch it all. LET ME SAY THAT BINGE-WATCHING AND COMPROMISING SLEEP AND OTHER ACTIVITIES IS NOT GOOD. but, it allows me to realise that i cannot live like thar, and since i am watching with purpose, when the show ends, i return to my regular life.

this explanation is not very good, so in the future, i will better define what i go through and how i deal with it, hopefully, to help anyone who struggles with the same thing. my focus now is to continue my 100 days of productivity and finish the term on some wins.

love, joanne

(images are from pinterest)

[beannary]

Is Internet trans? :0

hmmm i dont know! i know she is a girl and that donnie refers to her with she/her pronouns when she is a baby before she can you know grasp the concept of gender, but also like idk!

i suppose her gender can really be up to you, donnie's gender situation is already pretty weird in this since he can lay eggs and uses he/him pronouns but is also like nonbinary i suppose

idk unless i like suddenly figure it out like internet's gender can be up to you! she does use she/her pronouns but honestly im sure she doesn't really care about the whole gender thing, i think she takes after donnie in that regard like she's a mutant turtle clone like how is she even supposed to fit into human conceptions of gender when human conceptions of gender cant even conceive of her

[1eos]

my boss earlier said 'anti-genocide' in a tone of voice that implied being against indiscriminate slaughter of a population is like. too hard of a line

[musicalanthrop]

More Chanukah pictures but also I JUST GOT INTO GRAD SCHOOL !!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm so happy. I applied to several places but this is the first response I've gotten. ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

[baladric]

how to tell the clingy opera person trying to be my friend who also keeps offering me gigs i previously would’ve died for that i’ve decided to kill the part of me that cringes about the quality of my voice and just screlt all the time until i’ve got an abysmal sort of wail goin on, bc i’m just very done with the shit opera does to my head and my sense of self-worth and i’m really deeply dedicated to the act of Singing Badly now

[unopenablebox]

even otherwise very likeable people spend too long in the bay area and start telling you that going to rationalist social events is okay

[non-un-topo]

I get to design a syllabus hehe

[superfluouskeys]

*vivid flashback to some weird thing i might have said on exam earlier* LOUDLY ANNOUNCING I DONT CARE!!!!!!

[slpintraining95]

ngl I love all the speech related classes (hearing science, language acquisition, even phoneitcs) that i've taken.. but statistics is going to be the death of my gpa.

I do not get it at all!! If any of my speech friends are statistics wizs please hmu!!

[likeawildthing]

my only 2023 goal is to nurture my innate creativity and curiosity

[angelmotifs]

i'm starting to feel like last summer outsold this summer

[jelliebugs]

I graduated!

[jack-kellys]

Platonic sprace hurt/comfort plz and thank u (maybe in a modern au when one of them got bullied?)

tbh surprised i didn't put more hurt into it but we move

send me a request for smth short!

It’d taken forever for all the families to leave, and even longer for Race to force his own to wait for him back at home. Graduation had been much too emotional for his liking, his Mama crying tears as an official empty-nester while Jack had refused to let go of him for what felt like twenty whole minutes. Charlie had been calmer about it, since he’d only graduated high school the year before, but now all three of them had done it. His brothers had left it in the dust, but Race…

He bit his lip as he made his way over to the now-abandoned bleachers that occupied the asphalt city courtyard, plastic bottles and cups strewn underneath like old fallen snow. Only one girl sat on the highest row, back to him as he approached from behind. Her navy graduation gown sat beside her, fingers putting something to her lips. Race quickened his pace. 

“Took you long enough,” Spot scoffed as Race clambered his way next to her. The roasted, earthen smell of weed encased them both once he was close enough. “You were gone for like an hour.”

“You know how my family is,” he shrugged, grinning and wiggling his fingers for her blunt. “They just can’t get enough of me.” 

They passed it between them a few times, staring up at the northern outline of the city, backs to Spot’s home of Brooklyn. Race’s loose button down fluttered against the coming summer wind, and Spot’s red-and-black vertical striped jumper did the same. 

“You know,” she murmured, “I really did hate it here.” 

Race laughed, quieting when she turned to him with unamused blue eyes. 

“Uh, here?” he clarified. “Manhattan? Or…”

“This school. Come on.” It was her turn to laugh, though it wasn’t as bright as Race’s. “All those entitled bastards whining their way into colleges and through classes. It’s all done now, Racer, we can do what we want.”

Race frowned, leaning back onto his hands after passing her the blunt back. 

“I dunno,” he admitted. “Wasn’t all bad. I have a lot of good friends here, good sports. Good trouble, too.”

He nudged her side with a small smile, but Spot didn’t budge much. Instead she turned to him head on, swinging ones of her legs over the other side of the bench and looking at him. 

“High school sucked,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “Most of the people? Sucked. Teachers? Awful. Never any student support, ever.”

“..Okay, fine, got me there,” Race said, doing his best to chuckle. “The bar for a good high school experience’s pretty low, I thought. What, you think it was gonna be like the movies?”

“No,” Spot retorted, glancing away. Race watched her fight the urge to cross her arms, squaring her shoulders instead. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to be.”

Race felt his expression scrunch, confusion betraying him. Spot’s gaze flicked back to his, and her eyebrows raised.

“Oh, wow,” she snarked. “Racer, I didn’t pin you for that oblivious, just because the whole school loved you.”

“No they didn’t,” he laughed. How could they? He was this antsy, loud-mouthed, whiny–

“The funnyman charismatic outgoing sports guy is trying to tell me the school didn’t love him,” Spot muttered. “Isn’t the goal to grow up after graduation, Higgins?”

“Shut up,” he hissed, and Race felt heat rise to his cheeks. “That’s not who I am and you know it.”

“It’s who you were,” Spot shot back. “And I wasn’t. I was the.. the- the responsible, staying-in, talking-back Black girl who tagged along.”

“Spot, don’t-”

“Be hard on myself? Feel bad about it?” She shook her head. “Cause I don’t. I was myself through high school and people were assholes about it, just cause I wasn’t like you. And that’s fine, but it’s true, so high school sucked. Got it?”

Race pressed his lips together, wanting to argue.

Spot was the strongest person he knew. She protected her group of friends, always stuck to her beliefs, was never afraid to act tough, never afraid of anything, or at least refused to let it show. To him, she seemed impossible not to like, but… when she’d had to stand next to Race’s play-to-the-crowd attitude, the contrast of treatment made a disheartening amount of sense. 

He hoped one day she wouldn’t have to be so unmovable, unbreakable, that she could find a way to crumble and build back up again.

“My life would’ve been absolute shit if you were anything like me, but especially if you weren't anything like you. Do you got it?” Race finally mumbled.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, eyes on her shoes. “Lucky to have me, ain’t you.”

“Of course I am,” Race scoffed. “And I’m lucky to leave this all behind with you, too.”

Race sneakily pulled his friend into his side, Spot only squirming a few moments before chiseling herself just enough to allow her friend room in her rocky form to hold her.