#intro to econ

[er-cryptid]

Marginal propensity to save is 0.2. There is a $40 million reduction in autonomous spending. What is the reduction in equilibrium aggregate expenditure?

$200 million

[bumblevoid]

okok ignoring everything going on

i'm planning on studying abroad next summer, anyone got any suggestions? pretty much everywhere is an option and i wanna go too many places so- if anyone got any recs that'd be awesome

[milk5]

imagining a guy wearing this hat and a matching olive overcoat to an intro econ class and he says nothing at all except Uh could you go back a slide i didnt finish writing that down. one time

[ghostedgwen]

all by design | p.parker [part one]

notes : I am back to writing for peter parker of course because before anyone else - this blog was created originally for him, my originally muse - that somehow fits well into this fic lol - reqs are open <3

warnings : college au - no superpowers, no spider-man, dorky peter parker who's an introvert, reader is a mastermind pulling strings, cute working on project stuff - photography shit I pretend I know things about

You only signed up for photography to dodge a boring science class, but somehow ended up choosing Peter Parker as your muse — soft-spoken, brilliant, and criminally overlooked. He’s awkward, you’re accidentally obvious, and a late-night project might just turn into something a little more.

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line. . .

Peter Parker always sits in the third row.

Same grey hoodie. Same battered notebook, filled with stickers - so very random. Same cheap black coffee in a reusable Stark Expo travel mug that he never seems to finish.

You notice, of course. You notice everything about him - in a maybe not-so creepy way.

It’s hard not to, when you’ve been quietly, shamelessly harboring a thing - not a crush, you insist, because that feels juvenile - for him since week three of Intro to Photography.

Not that he talks much. He’s the type to melt into the corners of the classroom, to let others raise their hands and perform their answers like auditions. But he listens, scribbles tiny notes in that notebook of his, mouth quirking when something makes him laugh - a soft, rare thing that you’ve started cataloguing like your own private gallery.

Photography, for the record, wasn’t supposed to be your thing. You picked it to duck out of another semester of mandatory econ electives - something about composition sounded better than graphs. But then Peter Parker sat three rows ahead of you, quietly fascinating, and just like that: you had a muse.

Not that he knows. Of course he doesn’t. You’ve only submitted one piece with him in frame - his silhouette against a window, mid-laugh - and titled it “Unnoticed Light.” Langley gave it an A. Said it felt honest. You couldn’t exactly say "thanks, I’m secretly in love with the boy who never finishes his coffee.”

Most people overlook him - they don’t see past the hoodie, the fading bruise on his jaw from god-knows-what, or the way he keeps his head down when he walks. But you do. You see how he flinches at loud noises, how his fingers twitch like they’re always itching to fix something.

You see the careful, considerate way he offers to carry the overhead projector without being asked. You see how he lingers by the windows for better light when photographing portraits - how the shots he turns in are always somehow achingly human.

You wonder if anyone’s ever looked at him that way. You doubt it.

You do, though. From behind your camera lens. From across the quad. From the third seat to the left, where you’ve started sitting every Tuesday morning. Two rows back. Just close enough to hear when he mutters his answers under his breath.

You’ve spoken to him exactly three times. Once during critique week (“I liked your framing”), once at the vending machines (“They’re out of pretzels, by the way”), and once when your professor handed back graded papers and he’d gotten a B. You saw the way his shoulders slumped and told him, softly, “She grades hard. That’s basically an A in Langley-speak.”

He looked at you like he hadn’t expected kindness.

You remember that look too well. It's the reason you’re about to make this project pairing very conveniently work in your favour.

But that comes later.

For now, Peter Parker’s in the third row again, fiddling with the strap of his camera bag like it’s a nervous tic, and you’re trying very hard not to smile at nothing.

You overhear Langley mention the project pairings two weeks before she announces them.

She’s in the hallway, talking to one of the TAs - something about how she “might just let them pick their own partners this time. Less hassle.”

You’re not proud of what happens next. Scratch that - you’re exactly proud of what happens next. Because it’s not cheating if you’re just. . . influencing the environment. Like the weather. Or the Wi-Fi. Or even better - fate.

It starts with small things. Like moving your seat up one row so you’re just behind Peter now - not that anyone noticed as the seats in class were never fully occupied.

Laughing just a little louder at his dry jokes when the professor asks for class discussion.

The first time it happens, you’re not even subtle. Langley makes some sarcastic comment about how half the class probably doesn’t know what ISO stands for, and Peter mutters under his breath, “In Spite Of everything, I’m still here.”

You snort before you can stop yourself.

He glances back, startled, and you catch the flicker of a smile tugging at his mouth like he hadn’t expected anyone to hear. You almost neglect to note how perfectly matching his hair and eyes were, a rich shade of brown - might be worth something later.

“You get this stuff?” you ask him after class, tapping your camera. “Because I’m faking it at an award-winning level.”

Peter shrugs, bashful - hiding his surprise at your approach. “I mean, mostly I just mess around until it looks right. Which. . . I think is technically a method?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing, too,” you grin. “We’re either geniuses or complete frauds.”

He laughs - a low, surprised sound - and runs a hand through his curls like he’s trying to hide behind them. “Honestly? I’ll take either.”

You start leaving class at the same time he does. Linger a beat longer by the vending machines. Let your shoulder brush his once in a while when you lean over to look at a picture he’s editing on his laptop.

And okay - maybe you start timing your exits so you’re walking next to him through the quad. And maybe you offer him a gummy worm from the bag in your pocket one afternoon, and he acts like you handed him a priceless family heirloom.

“Wait - are these sour?” he says reverently.

“The best kind.” you give him a toothy grin.

He grins. “Okay, you’re officially the coolest person in this class. Sorry, Langley.”

When Langley finally announces partner selection, she lets people volunteer first.

Which is when you strike.

You wait exactly four beats after Peter glances around the room, clearly hesitant to make the first move.

You raise your hand, smile easy, and say, “Can I work with Peter?”

Langley nods, scribbles your names down. Peter looks up, slightly surprised, but doesn’t question it.

“Uh - yeah, cool,” he says, blinking behind his glasses. “That works. Definitely works.”

There’s a faint flush on his cheeks. You don’t know if it’s from attention or from you - you enjoy it anyways.

You don’t ask.

You just tuck the moment away like a lucky penny, warm in your pocket, and look forward to what comes next.

“So,” you say, casual as you can manage. “I was thinking. For the project. I want to photograph you.”

Peter blinks. Stares. “Me?”

You nod. “Yeah. You’d be perfect.”

He fumbles with the zipper on his backpack like it just forgot how to function. “Uh - I mean, I thought we were supposed to do something, like, theme-based?”

You lean back on your hands, legs folded on the library carpet, and look up at him with a little grin. “Exactly. And I think you’d be perfect for the concept I’m going for. It’s about presence. Softness. The way someone’s energy fills a space. I want to capture someone who doesn’t realize they’re being seen. Someone. . . quietly magnetic.”

Peter swallows.

“Magnetic?” he echoes, a little too cutely for your poor heart.

You nod again, and oh, you’re really laying it on now, aren’t you?

“Yeah,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You have that face people want to look at. Even if they don’t realize it right away.”

Peter’s mouth opens like he wants to argue, but he just sort of… makes a noise. Halfway between a breath and a squeak.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. It’s not mean-spirited - you’re just so fond. It’s hard not to let it show.

“And your eyes are insane,” you add, like you’re checking off a list. “They catch light like no one else’s in this class. You’ve got that kind of timeless thing going on - a little bit James Dean, a little bit boy-next-door.”

Peter is frozen. Absolutely shellshocked. Like he cannot compute being complimented this much in one sitting.

“. . .You’ve definitely thought about this,” he says eventually, voice a little hoarse.

You shrug, suddenly aware of your own heartbeat. “Maybe. A little.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Peter scratches the back of his neck, and for a terrifying second, you wonder if you’ve ruined everything - if you came on too strong, if the room has tilted a little too far in the direction of intentional.

But then he smiles.

It’s a tiny thing. Just the curve of his lips, shy and secret and so unbearably sweet - so Peter.

“Okay,” he says quietly. “If you’re sure you want to. I mean, I’m not very - photogenic. Or model-y. Or whatever.”

“You’re perfect,” you say before you can stop yourself - nevermind the fact you're still yet to confess the submission you previously made of him.

Peter flushes deeper. Looks at his hands. Smiles harder.

You pretend not to notice - you could almost get a degree for that.

You give him directions to your place later that night.

It’s a short walk from campus - tucked above a trendy cafe and across from a laundromat that always smells like jasmine detergent and cheap cologne.

Your aunt signed the lease for you before you even applied to uni, saying, “Every artist needs a sanctuary.” The space is way too nice for a student. Hardwood floors, big windows, blackout curtains, high ceilings with exposed beams. A dream for any art student, really.

Peter looks around when he arrives, clearly trying not to be impressed.

“This is yours?” he asks, dropping his camera bag by the door.

You nod. “Technically it’s my aunt’s. She travels a lot. But yeah. Mine for now.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You live here alone?”

“Yep.”

“That’s. . .” He spins in a slow circle, taking in the space. “Kind of incredible.”

You flash him a grin. “You’re welcome any time.”

He snorts. “My roommate would kill me if I tried to turn our dorm into a studio. He thinks personal space is sacred. Meanwhile, he clips his toenails without a care for where they end up.”

You laugh, motioning for him to sit. “Okay, yeah. You’re banned from trying this in your own place.”

He sits down on the little velvet couch, awkwardly tucks one leg under the other, and glances around like he’s waiting to be told what to do.

You set up the lighting as naturally as you can, trying not to show how giddy you are about this. About him, here, in your space, letting you see him like this.

When you look through the viewfinder and frame the shot - Peter in profile, warm lamplight brushing his cheekbones, sleeves pushed up to his forearms - you think, Yeah. This was always going to happen.

Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

“Okay,” you murmur, adjusting the tripod slightly. “Just relax. Don’t think about the camera. Think about. . . like, what you’d do if you were alone. Not sad alone. Normal alone. Like. . . chilling.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “That’s incredibly specific and somehow still not helpful.”

You snort. “You’re doing fine. Just - don’t pose. Or, like . . . do. But make it look like you’re not posing.”

Peter gives you a look. “So. Be naturally unnatural.”

“Exactly.”

He huffs a laugh and leans back against the couch again, arms loosely crossed, head tilted like he’s considering something far off in the distance. It’s candid. Or close enough. His expression softens when he exhales, and you click the shutter without thinking.

“Better?” he asks, eyes flicking toward you.

You glance down at the preview on your camera screen and nod slowly. “That’s a good one. You’ve got a very - contemplative face.”

Peter mock-gasps. “So I do have a face worth photographing?”

“Oh my god, I’ve been saying that for weeks.” you say feigning shock.

He grins, and you snap another shot.

Then he shifts slightly, arms raised to run a hand through his hair - and the motion hikes his pullover up just a little, revealing a sliver of lean stomach, the faint outline of muscle.

You blink.

And, well.

You’re only human.

“Okay, wait,” you say, squinting as you lower the camera. “Why are you, like. . . secretly ripped under there?”

Peter freezes. “What?”

You gesture to him, accusatory. “You look like you code for twelve hours a day and live off granola bars and Red Bull, and then - bam! Surprise abs?”

He splutters, desperate to deny your words. “They’re not - abs. It’s just lighting.”

You tilt your head, smug to have caught him in such a predicament. “Is it?”

He covers his face with his hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

You laugh, unapologetic. “I absolutely can. I’m the artist. I get to be pretentious and weirdly flirty. It’s in the rules.”

Peter peeks at you through his fingers, blushing like crazy. “Okay. But for the record, I am not ripped. I’m. . . jacketed.”

You blink. “What?”

He drops his hands, now grinning. “Like. . .I’m not shredded. I’m cozy. Secretly jacket.”

You laugh so loud it echoes a little off the brick wall.

“God, you’re stupid,” you say fondly - his nose crinkles at that.

“Thank you,” he replies, mock-solemn.

You take three more photos while he’s still laughing.

After that, it’s easy.

You trade the high-watt lights for the soft glow of a desk lamp. The vibe settles - less photoshoot, more afterglow. You both move through the space without talking, cleaning up wires and lenses, folding backdrops, checking batteries. It’s comfortable. Not quite domestic, but something adjacent to it. Something you don’t have a name for yet.

Peter hands you a lens cap without being asked. You unplug the extension cord and wrap it neatly over your arm. Somewhere outside, a car honks, and someone yells about fries.

You stretch your arms over your head, then glance at him over your shoulder.

“Wanna go get burgers?”

He pauses, halfway through packing his camera, and looks at you like you just offered him front-row tickets to a space launch.

“Like. . . now?”

You shrug. “Unless you’ve got somewhere better to be.”

He considers you for a beat too long. Then smiles. It’s a little crooked. A little shy. Unreasonably cute.

“Burgers sound perfect.”

It’s nearing 12:30 by the time you stumble into the diner - one of those charming, grease-stained spots that’s open 24/7 and never quite empty. The fluorescent sign outside flickers with effort, casting pink and blue across the sidewalk like a hazy, nostalgic film scene.

Peter holds the door for you, his camera bag slung over one shoulder, and the warm smell of frying oil and vanilla milkshake syrup hits instantly.

You both slide into a booth, you facing the window, Peter across from you, cheeks still pink from the cold night air.

The waitress doesn’t bother with a menu.

“Two burgers, two fries, two chocolate shakes?” she asks with a raised brow, pen poised.

Peter blinks. “Wait, how did you - ”

“You two look like the type,” she says flatly, then walks off without another word.

You grin, biting back a laughter in the case she takes it the wrong way. “She gets it.”

Peter gives you a mock-scandalized look. “Do we have a type?”

You lean back, stretching lazily in your seat. “Apparently we do. Chocolate-shake-at-midnight type.”

He smiles at that. “Not the worst reputation to have.”

By the time the food comes, you’ve already kicked your shoes off under the booth and Peter’s talking with his hands like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. The diner’s mostly empty except for a guy asleep by the jukebox and a girl aggressively typing on her laptop in the corner.

The conversation shifts easily once you start asking questions. Like you’re in your own little bubble.

“What made you pick computer science?” you ask, tearing a fry in half, dipping it in your milkshake and eating it. He watched you in mild amusement.

Peter shrugs, sipping from the milkshake. “I’ve always liked puzzles. Logic. Building stuff from scratch. It’s. . . satisfying, I guess.”

You nod. “You seem like someone who enjoys solving things.”

He blushes a little, then grins. “Okay, my turn. Why photography? You’re too cool to be doing this just for credits.”

You laugh, throwing a half fry at him which he barely dodged with a chuckle. “Flatterer.”

Peter raises his milkshake in a silent toast.

You consider your answer. “Honestly? I started it because it got me out of a required science elective. But then it kind of… stuck. I don’t know. Something about freezing a moment - turning it into a story. I liked the control of it. The quiet.”

He looks at you like he understands. Like he really gets it - he studies you for a moment.

“That makes sense,” he says. “You take it seriously. You see stuff other people don’t.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He glances down at his fries, then up at you again, his voice quieter now. “Like me.”

You go still for a second.

But you’re not ready to crack open that door yet, so instead you lean in with a crooked smile and deflect like a pro.

“Back to the game, Parker. Favorite color?”

He laughs and says, “Blue. Like - not sky blue. Like hoodie blue.”

You blink, surprised. “That’s specific.”

He shrugs. “I know what I like.”

You twirl a fry between your fingers. “Okay. Favorite movie?”

Peter looks thoughtful. “I’m gonna say The Iron Giant. It makes me cry every single time and I’m not even sorry.”

Your heart clenches a little. Of course it does, it is so like him - ever the softboy.

You smile. “That’s a solid answer. Top tier sad-boy comfort flick.”

He grins. “Alright, your turn. Most irrational fear?”

You pause dramatically. “Birds.”

Peter blinks. “What?”

“They’re twitchy. Beady-eyed. I don’t trust a creature that can fly and still chooses to steal fries off the sidewalk.”

He’s laughing before you finish the sentence, full-body and warm. You sip your milkshake just to hide how proud you are of that laugh.

The questions keep coming, softer now, more personal.

Siblings? No - just you. Just Peter.

Favorite smell? His is old books. Yours is rain on pavement.

Do you believe in soulmates?

You both pause on that one.

Peter looks at you, eyes darker in the dim light, fingers stilling around his straw - chocolate milkshake all drained from the 50s diner style cup.

“I think. . .I used to,” he says. “Then I stopped. Then I started again. I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

You hum. “That’s fair. I think I believe in . . .finding someone who feels like home. Even if it’s not fate. Even if it’s a choice.”

He nods, like that sits right with him. “That’s a good answer.”

You smile. “I’ve got a lot of those.”

“I know.”

And he says it so soft, so genuine, that you forget how to chew for a second.

It’s past 2AM when you finally wander back out into the night, bellies full, fingertips salty, the streetlights casting halos around you.

“Thanks for tonight,” Peter says, voice warm.

You bump your shoulder against his. “Anytime.”

And you mean it.

You’re not in love. Not yet. But something about tonight feels like the first chapter of something that might be worth writing down.

to be continued. . .

part two | masterlist

[dollysdarlings]

─── ⋆.˚ 🏙️ .𖥔˚ Ethan Landry ( x reader ) smau !

pt 1: intros

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authors note: taking a crack at a smau for some fun while i work on my fics, twist is that ethan's spider-man bc i miss spidey ethan so bad. (locks mean spam/priv accounts!)

yourname

tagged taracity

yourname bless college in nyc #blackmoreuniversity

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taracity my girl since day one !! ╰ yourname forever and always 💋💋 mmmindy come home roomie... the kids miss you... ╰ yourname girl... on my way!

ethandry

ethandry recents!

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chadsflex photo creds? ╰ ethandry no, xo chadsflex bye.

spideyssessed 🔒

spideyssessed saw spiderman irl... we're matching🤭

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mmmindy your delusion knows no bounds ╰ spideyssessed so you hate me and want me dead. taracity he wants you fr ╰ spideyssessed my man my man!

ethanisaway 🔒

ethanisaway bombing my econ test? fine, i'll do better next time. tripping in front of the cute girl from film studies? last day on earth.

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chadsflex that's one way to get her attention ╰ ethanisaway i don't WANT her attention mmmindy loser ╰ ethanisaway ☹️ mmmindy don't look at me like that.

[saintshigaraki]

watching people who haven't even taken an intro econ course arguing with actual economists over the tariffs.......its so over

[studyinrain]

info — name : rainy age : 20

daily blog. double major in statistics & econ. working for a strong academic comeback.

— currently working on :

1. basics of math [starting with algebra] & stats [intro] for strong grasp

2. reading and analysis

[moonlight-n-moondust]

day 39-40/100

finished up last chem paper

practiced some integration volume qns

finished periodicity tutorial from school

changed my ypt aesthetic for this year

made my phone screen more depressing so i'll be inclined to look at my phone less

sorry for the lack of proper study updates, idk i've been feeling out of sorts lately, so i'm forcing myself to keep doing at least a bit of work everyday even if i'm still mostly unproductive. school starts on the 13th and i really don't want to go back lol.

here is my plan for the rest of this week:

revise jc1 econs syllabus (forgot everything after i studied for finals, and everything will be tested for as this year wtf man it's this year)

thermal physics learning + tutorialll

finish arenes tutorial + revision

revise intro to organic chem, alkanes, alkenes, arenes and periodicity for the test on 9th jan by my tuition teacher

[er-cryptid]

An increase in labor productivity _____ the equilibrium quantity of labor employed.

increases

[kon-el-konner-luther-kent]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ INTRO ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

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WSG CHAT!!!!???? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I'm Kon, well my pookies (friends) call me that, my dad call's me 'Kon-El', but the other one calls me 'Konner' so like, take y'alls pick I guess🤷‍♂️ (and yes I have two dads..)

I'm 17 yrs old! and use He/Him pronouns (I'm Pansexual chats 😏)

I'm in high school called @tripolishigh and these the stuff I usually take :

Chem!! (I'm not a big fan... took it cause Tim was)

Econ (I HAVE to take this since my dad's makin me)

BUT I DO OTHER STUFF TOO TRUST!

Video Games (Cod , Resident evil , last of us , rise of kingdoms etc etc)

FootBall (VARSITY!!!)

Basketball (YOU ALREADY KNOW IT!)

Anyways! My roomie is my pooks : @totally-tim-drake

and here are my gyattalicious Friend group!

@totally-tim-drake , @barthallan , @Cassandra-e-sandsmark

I'll see y'allz around campus 😘

MUN!!

This might be OOC as this is a revamped version to Kon's character and my first time playing him EVER

here is a brief summery, mostly his relationship with his parents (clark and lex)

This au was made by 2 of my friends (@jaimereyesbug and yuno <not sure for their acc> )in discord and these are the other people in the au!

@half-a-goat

@roboticguy

@jonno-kent

@billybatsonz

@dameswayne

@barthallan

@mikael1256

@dukealicious

@luke-the-loogie

@percieve-me-dont-forget-me

@forget-me-not-percieve-me-never

@b4TTl3 b0t cH4mP

@midrew

@maya-nobody-ducard

@maryjayden

Please REMEMBER!

Mun and Muse is a MINOR! no nsfw please BUT don't be afraid to ask this blog shit!

I AM VERY OPEN TO RP'S

[gemsstudy]

not that anyone cares, but im not dead lol. fall semester just started last week so im getting used to my new schedule. i also got sick literally the first day of school and im just now feeling better smh.

anyway, this sem im taking two korean courses: practical conversation and critical reading and applied writing. both of these courses are gonna be so much work but i really like them so far. i have a lot of projects and have to do an exchange program for both which im excited for.

im also taking black thought matters, intro to asian cultures, and econ (booo).

i also reapplied for spring study aboard and have started a bunch of scholarship applications. the only reason i couldnt go aboard this sem was for financial reasons, so im saving way more and applying to as many scholarships as i can super early to better my chances for spring. fingers crossed~~~~

(pics are one of my assignments from my convo class and yummy food from a new k restaurant i went to with a friend)

[golden-valya]

Intro post!

(I'll update this when I need to)

For the absolute basics; I'm Valentin (he/him), but you can call me Valya or Val if you want. Non-native English speaker, and I need some sort of motivation to study (depression + ADHD). I LOVE academics but I hate doing it for classes :(

Mild request: when talking with me, it'd be nice if y'all used tone tags! :)

Current classes: general physics with lab, US history III, survey of econ principles

Things I want to do (at some point): read and write (for fun), *draw, pick up programming/coding, learn chess, brush up my Russian and Ukrainian (native langs), learn Italian (practical), learn Latin (fun), get better at cooking/baking

I'll probably be posting abt studying(obvi), organization attempts + whatever else I feel like

Since this is studyblr that's all y'all need to know

*specifically, I want to get a hang of: gesture/figure drawing, human anatomy, basic animal anatomy, perspective, color theory, lighting/shading, + figuring out my art style(s)

[desiacadtales]

ꔫ ᵎᵎ intro post

hii everyone, jun this side!! (pronounced j-oo-n)

im starting with visuals/a chaotic mood board since it helps me in acads and the hints of desi studyblr show my general vibe hehe [image credits to its owners on pinterest]

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 ‹𝟹

↬ undergrad

↬ indian

↬ nineteen

↬ she/her

↬ infp

↬ soon to start with my second year

𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺  ꒰ ꒱ྀི

↬ majors: psych and economics

↬ minor: english literature

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨?

↬ psych, econ and literature related stuff, reblogs, moodboards and desi shitposting hours are always opened

↬im all about chaotic academia. scattered books, kadak chai by my side, brown noise which doesn't really help, lmao. messy notes, cant get over spiral notebooks, probably never going digital w note making

↬ if possible, ill try to share my realistic [slow] study routine and the syllabus/assignments i could catch up with

𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨?   ⑅ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀   

↬well, to put it simply, build my intrinsic motivation and be more consistent irl

↬hopefully,  connect with more desi/non desi students and other interesting tumblrinas :)

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↬ studio ghibli, my beloved.

Well, thats the end to the intro post, thanks for staying and reading , stay hydrated jaanis<3

[bberry005]

need to watch andor again because the first time i watched it was during quite possibly the worst midterms i've ever experienced in college because i was also deathly ill and studying for my intro to macro econ midterm while running on nyquil and a dream. need to watch this on a clear head because i missed SO MUCH the first time

[edwad]

specialist literature such as? let's say we've exhausted Heilbroner and other intro stuff, what else is worth digging into from your perspective

sorta depends on what specifically you're looking for but in general i tend to like a lot of what you might call the "revisionist" historians. people like keith tribe, terence hutchison, donald winch etc are great at a more general level (although each has their focuses, for sure). tribe is still churning stuff out but the other two are dead, so although they have real strengths some of the literature has moved on without them.

otherwise ive been going through ryan walter's before methods and models which has been super eye opening for me while also basically affirming my prior belief that what we usually call "political economy" in its heyday was just a form of parliamentary debate with explicit concerns surrounding whatever the bank of england was doing. terry peach's interpreting ricardo seems to be a good corrective that i can work with, but i'm also about to revisit ricardo's principles with a group (after we finish smith) so it'll be interesting to see how a lot of my more recent readings map onto the primary sources. i'll likely be posting through it regardless.

in a big way, i'm trying to just chart a course through the history of econ which doesn't have to repeat the mistakes of the 20th century debates, especially re: ricardo. i disagree with sraffa, mirowski, and the marshall/hollander readings which tend to dominate so much of the literature and color our understanding of "classical economics", all of which have consequences for how we would necessarily have to read marx.

speaking of marx, i of course think heinrich's science of value and the biography will be crucial for how we ought to think about the CoPE, but allen oakley's work is probably the only available work in english of its kind which attempts to grapple with his sources in a meaningful way which gets at his successes in thinking through political economy as a discipline (although the works show their age, all being written in the 80s). a step removed from all of this (although closely related to tribe) is the anglo maoish post-althusserian reception of marx's CoPE from people like hindess & hirst, who spent a lot of time seriously thinking about marx and the limits of his analysis. i don't think they got everything right by any means, but they were able to deliver some serious blows to plenty of the marxists on the ground at the time and in some ways i think that they initiated the kind of crank project i see myself as contributing to.

[yesterdayandtodayy]

hi there

I saw that you’re rewriting your fic so I have a question is it going to change a lot ? because I just finished reading chapter 13 before I saw that you are rewriting it 😭😭

Thank you so much for the ask!

In all honesty, the fic is not going to be changing all that much in terms of plot. A lot of the rewrites are going to be to already existing scenes, as I feel I have improved as a writer at 23 compared to when I started publishing this fic at 18. Plus, I wanted to keep the story relatively the same, because so many people have discussed their love for the fic as it stands.

The main changes that will be coming to the fic are additions that have been added to the existing plot to make the story richer (such as additional scenes and new facets to the poet's characterization). Some additions I am making are:

Knox is a TA and Charlie signs up to be a student in his class. This was an idea I began writing for a separate AU, but when I began the process of re-writing IINS, I thought using this idea meshed well with the plot and added a lot more awkward humor to the fic, especially with Charlie signing up for the class intentionally to mess with Knox (and Charlie potentially using it as an excuse spend time more with Knox too ;))

The other poets will get some more time to shine. While the Poets are present in this fic in the original uploads, I want to add more scenes highlighting all of the poets and explore Knox's dynamic with them. (Such as scenes where Knox and Pitts are signed up for the same intro to education class together and have to deal with McAllister's wrath, Cameron acting as a disgruntled Econ major who helps Knox as a tutor, Todd being Knox's closest friend in the group outside of Charlie, etc).

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you are doing well! 💜