#juuuuust theoretically

[sofiskin]

ok so can you write a fic where art is like the trainer? he’s training a girl on how to play tennis and he starts getting touchy grindin all up in her space?

right thanks ok

training season

— dilf!art x reader

as part of your scholarship at the academy, you were offered free lessons from any of the alumni of the school. considering this academy kinda sucks, options were limited, making art donaldson an obvious choice. at first, you wore tights to lessons, the seasons were shifting as you were just coming out of fall, leaving you shivering just before warming up before all your lessons. you dressed modestly. obviously. you hadn’t spoken to art much… you hadn’t felt his charm. however, times were changing; breezes passed and the sun came out as the sweat of summer shone on your skin in the open daylight. you started (gladly, at this point) wearing your skimpy little tennis skirts and dresses, ditching your lululemon tight zip-up tops for bra tops and tanks. this also meant the loss of grey sweatpant season for art… a terribly saddening realisation for you, who had spent the fall season staring at his bulge while you wished he wasn’t looking. does he even wear fucking underwear???

being trained by art was easier than you thought it’d be. with his ex-wife’s reputation, you expected hard work and minimal breaks from him.. but maybe he took a liking to you…? he was a very hands-on learner. he made sure to correct your form when you needed it, making direct eye contact as he gripped your wrists firmly, moving your arms in the direction of a perfected backhand.

on one hot night, you were trying and failing with a specific move art wanted you to practice with him. “you’re missing the bended knees, you’re too stiff in your shoulders… get down a bit lower, don’t be afraid to lean forward if you need…” he continued to serve the bright green balls at you as your sweat accumulated at your forehead and top lip. you fumble once more, causing art to sigh deeply, rushing to stand behind you. “i told you, lean forward…” he lets out puffs of hot air by your ear as he pushes you forward, your tennis skirt riding up. suddenly you can’t find the air to breathe properly. the warmth of Mr. Art Donaldson overwhelms you, traps you in his fleeting arms, forces you into submission.

is it possible to get drunk on a man’s temperature?

art notices. like always. he notices your knees buckling and your chest tightening and he moves closer and closer to your awaiting entrance. “here,” he starts, pulling back only his upper half, leaving his hips close to joined to yours, placing his large, sweaty hands on each side of your lower back, pushing you torso forward juuuuust ever so slightly. you let out a harsh gasp as you feel a certain someone against your ass. and, from what you can tell, god, he’s big. getting distracted, you feel around a bit, letting your behind slide up and down only a little bit, purely to satiate your curiosity. suddenly, art pushes further into you, grinding against you. still holding your hips, he leans his head forward, “i didn’t realise you were naughty like this, doll,” he fucking groans into your ear as he theoretically fucks your clothed ass, moaning and groaning right up against your ears.

aaaaand once again idk how to finish/continue this. plz send in asks to help meeeeeeee i want to complete something for onceeee!!!!! thx for reading 💗💗💗

[silcobrainrot]

Get to know your mutuals!

Thank you for the tag @teawithghosts! I love a good tag game

What's the origin of your blog title?

It's on the tin my dude 😂🥵

OTP(s)+ shipnames(s):

This is my Arcane blog, so my Arcane OTP is Story x Character-Driven Plot. I liked Zaundads before it became wholesome. Sometimes when I put Jinx and Silco in a blender it comes out Jilco, so read the tags. Shipping really isn't that important to me tho. No one's ready for my ace headcanons.

Favourite color:

Purple. The hue my hair is (ask for pics).

Song stuck in your head:

Okay I discovered and then forgot Murder Drones existed, recently remembered so I have finally seen episode 8 and now the final boss song has been stuck in my head for like a week

Weirdest habit/trait:

3+ way conversations with myself. Sometimes I weaponize this for fic writing.

Hobbies:

GOOD FUCKING QUESTION Writing, bookbinding, film photography, starting collections and never finishing them because I start collecting something else

If you work, what's your profession?

Day job I'm customer support for a tech company. Theoretically I'm a freelance filmmaker on the side but I'm in between projects right now.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

I went to school for filmmaking and if it were up to me I'd be a full time video colorist by now, but school doesn't teach you the boring bits so we're still working on it.

Something you're good at:

Yeah I'll say it I'm a good writer. I know I'm a good writer. Mind the tags. I'm also good at my pictures. You have to be at least okay at film photography to get an image at all and I get those consistently.

Something you hate:

Borrowing one from prev, "proship DNI" culture. Grow up lol.

When something juuuuust barely doesn't fit. Applies to any and all circumstances.

That fanart is perfectly acceptable to monetize but fanfiction isn't. Not talking about copyright law, just in terms of fandom etiquette. There are people that make a consistent income out of fanart and fanmerch and commissions of copyrighted characters, but tell someone you took ONE writing commission or dare to have a Ko-Fi linked somewhere and they'll call the copyright holders themselves to make an example out of you. I know why it's more complicated legally, culturally people just don't think writing is as valuable of a skill.

Something you collect:

Anytime I take my film camera on an adventure I try finding a souvenir pin nearby. I'm making a map of where I've been on my camera bag.

Something you forget:

Oh lots of things, but I can't fucking remember any specifics 🤣

What's your love language:

Touch. I used to have a lot of platonic intimacy with my friends in middle and high school and it ruined adult life for me. I think the only fate worse than "touch starved and has never known touch" is "touch starved and used to have it all the time and now has none."

Favourite movie/show:

Movie [at the time of this question being asked]: I'm on a Cloverfield kick again

TV [at the time of this question being asked]: Arcane season 1

Favourite food:

Rice in any form. Humans really popped off with rice, potatoes, and bread.

Favourite animal:

Bats 🦇🥰 hoary bats are my favorite local species

What were you like as a child:

Talkative and extremely depressed. I knew when people were only pretending to listen.

Favourite subject at school:

English I guess. My favorite teachers were always English teachers. My school system was very essay-focused and by 8th grade they were letting us choose our own topics for the most part, so I learned that I actually enjoyed breaking stories down to their parts and seeing what makes them tick.

Least favourite subject:

Math. I learned I have discalculia a few years after graduating college.

What's your best character trait?

The BPD

What's your worst character trait?

Need to be right. Not in a "everyone else is the problem and I don't need to learn about anything" way but in a "if I'm wrong about this I deserve death and will never redeem myself" type way

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

"My mom is surviving cancer" -> "my mom will never have cancer"

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WOOF this got serious didn't it? Can't help it. Anyway no-pressure tags [apologies if you've been tagged before it's hard to keep track of the ones that aren't reblog chains]: @elizaviento @southsidestory @godlygivenanxiety @wildlybewitched @sorceressofthesky @constantfragmentation @mandofury

[mystxmomo]

Ooh just remembered a Q I have: I just remembered one of your posts said Nymryn had a fiance but I couldn't figure out who they are - have you mentioned them? :o If not, can you tell us about them?

: D

Here are Ilyrae's original concept posts. More about them and Ilyrae & Nymryns relationship under the cut.

Post One - Post Two

So Ilyrae is a far travler sun elf from Evermeet that comes from a specific part of it that really puts emphasis on the "You're not Actually an adult until you're 100-something, because to be an adult you need to have the lived experiences of one. As a result you should go travel the world and experience all that it has to offer, and theoretically when you come back you'll be worldly (:"

Ilyrae is somehow both incredibly neurotic and paranoid, and willing to take the dumbest, most insane course of actions, because the logic makes sense to them even if it doesn't to anyone else. They wander into the underdark, alone, because they're like. I'm a wizard protégée. I can defend myself. (And the worst part is, given the next series of event's, they're most right) and, after Nymryn fails to kill them, Ilyrae essentially holds them at wand point and is like "I am lost. You will guide me," And Nymryn, who is kind of a lame putz and doesn't actually liiiike fighting is like "Yes I will do that Anything you say " And then ends up spending the next 90+ years traveling with them (Even outside of the underdark)

Small side tangent to give added context for how their relationship grows like it does. But another big thing about their relationship is that I'm playing out Elvish as a language as a sister language to deep drow. They have juuuuust enough in common that you can fair in having a conversation between the two of them, but have evolved far enough that a lot of words have changed meanings. Deep Drow specifically has a lot of hierarchical language built into it (For example, male drow have words that female drow would never use, there are pronouns that by nature of using them imply the user to be lesser than the other person and vice versa) meanwhile elvish has evolved to be even more neutral on a lot of things then it was back in the day. So Ilyrae starts talking and Nymryn is like. "What the fuck are you doing with your voice."

Second fun fact. Despite traveling on the surface for 80+ Years, Nymryn's common is rough because him and Ilyrae spend most of their time speaking in elvish. Passable. But rough.

Third thing I have in mind with them: Human's would see how long they've been together and be like "Oh thats impressive, why haven't you gotten married yet?" But by elven standards I think their relationship is clocked as the emotional equivalent of two highschool sweethearts getting married immediately out of highschool. It will work out between them but they're both going to grow and change drastically as people in the process.

Anyway. Foundation of their relationship established. By the time Enclave comes back into the picture, Ilyrae and Nymryn are already engaged. And they're constantly just kind of saying shit like

Ilyrae, quietly: ... I think you're having difficulties because you're a whore and kind of moron.

Nymryn: I - Well. Yeah. But! Ah! At least I'm a loyal whore.

Ilyrae: That's true. You are. *under their breath and kind of exasperated* And I suppose both of these things benefit me greatly.

And she's contemplating the morality of killing again as a result of it.

Personality wise, Ilyrae is kind of a difficult asshole to be around. They have the Wizard Arrogance Personality flaw, can be a bit unpredictable, have trouble expressing their thoughts at all, let alone in a way that makes sense to other people, and has a very dry sense of humor that isn't to everyone's taste. It's just. Y'know. IS to Nymryn's taste, as he thinks this is all kind of hilarious, even when it's being turned on him.

On the kinder aspects of their personality, they are someone that cares very deeply about the people they choose to keep in their life, they don't take offense to a lot of things, and they're willing to humor a lot of really dumb horseshit. Nymryn is like "Hey I had a dream I think I need to go back to the underdark (I don't want to do this it really scares me there)" and Ilyrae is just like "...." Sighs "I don't want to either. Lets go."

So the TL;DR of their relationship: The high elf is scarier than the drow, Nymryn is marrying rich at 18 (I forgot to mention this. Ilyrae's family is loaded) and yet still supports theft. Fortunately, Ilyrae is okay with crime.

[mothervvoid]

there’s this fanmade roar for a theoretical monsterverse destoroyah and it scratches my brain juuuuust right like u guys have no idea

[1-2-butter-my-shoe]

OK, materials science graduate with my two cents. It's been a bit and also it's 5am but...

So one of the major things we got taught was phase diagrams, typically for things like metal Alloys. Basically how they work is you have x state on one side (say, for example, 100% carbon, if we're looking at iron) and another state on the other (in the case of this theoretical incredibly basic steel, 100% iron). For this example we're using a binary phase diagram but tertiary and up do exist. On the other axis we have another variable, most commonly temperature but it could be pressure. Basically, you plot the percentage of thing vs temperature and divide the diagram into regions where specific things are true (here it's a solid with this crystal structure, here it's partly solid in this structure but liquid is also present and so on).

All this to say that if you wanted to, say melt bones... Well, you'd look at a frankly horrifyingly complex phase diagram for bone (it's a composite and a very complicated one at that, there was an entire lecture course explaining why medical implants can't even come close), probably with axis of temperature and pressure. At some point on that diagram, you should be able to find the point where pressure and temperature are juuuuust right to enable you to have a liquid, hopefully at a temperature where the rest of the body might survive. Wouldn't hold my breath on that, though. Oh, and what you've melted (or liquified) probably cannot rightly be called bone at this point.

As I said, it's been a bit, but I do remember a similar discussion about liquifying wood at one point which had similar issues.

how fucked up would the spell "liquify calcium" be. honestly

[is-gabenath-confirmt-yet]

Just theoretically

If I would writh a Fanfiction in german ( because my english is to bad to writh it in that language )

Would anyone be interested in reading it?

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Teruteru x Nagito? I know they're incompatible mostly but Im curious what you may think (in a theoretical world ofc)

Oh gosh, this be one of those ships that border on crack but like….I mean….yknow I can see it happening still??? Okay look look, hear me out okay hear me out. These two? Different vibes. Yeah Nagito would treat Teru with the same respect as he would any other Ultimate but his patience for Teru’s lewdness towards women is so damn thin that Teru is one of the very few Ultimates Nagito actually chastises BEFORE Nagi knew about the whole Remnants of Despair thing. I mean to get Nagito of all people to reprimand you—an Ultimate--is like…an achievement all on its own honestly. Plus, for as much as a horn dog Teru is, even HE has standards—and it seems once Nagito’s more….unstable side shows up and makes even Teru uncomfortable, the chef doesn’t seem the most inclined to hang with Nagi Wagi either.

But here’s the thing okay, here’s the cheese—these two? No, probably, won’t ever have a healthy romantic relationship. But fuck buddies? Yes I can very much see that yea. Because look—even though their personalities might not mesh, they both find SOME aspect of the other attractive (Nagito’s looks and Teru’s talent). So really, the occasional hook up between these two happens once a blue moon when the stars align juuuuust right.

And hey hey hey, if we ARE trying to find genuine moments of connection between these two, I’m going to take some inspiration from Bucket_Head’s fic “Goodbye Denial” and mention how Teru would most likely be rather sympathetic towards Nagito’s illnesses given his mom’s own. And, yeah, I can see him go the extra length in preparing specialized food for Nagito that will be more agreeable with his body and encourage him to eat more regularly. As for what Nagito is bringing to the table—I’m not too sure. Maybe his reprimands whenever Teru is creepin’ on someone will help Teru cut back on some of his pervy-ness? Maybe it’ll encourage Teru to speak more about his passion for cooking and his mom and get others too see more of his softer (approachable) side? Who knows. But in some way, shape, or form, yea I can still these two interminglin’.

[sleidog]

Qikk's TED talk earlier!

thanks again to @vampiricsheep for hosting! Hello fellow brilliant minds! My name is Qikk and I'm here to talk to you about teleportation.

Qikk brings up what would probably be a nonsensical hologram to most, attempting to explain it. "Ever been jealous of the Commander being able to go to far away places in a flash?"

Are you just tired of needing to be at a waypoint station before you can go anywhere? Well do I have a fun new gizmo for you!

Of course this is all theoretical and the prototype hasn't been tested yet, but! Using the truly groundbreaking science behind Ole Snaff's 'hole in a pocket' coin, I have made a breakthrough!

Qikk points at his scribbles and diagrams projected in the hologram at his side. "This device could revolutionize our ability to get people out of dangerous situations without even needing to be present."

Quikk produces his prototype from a small satchel, it's the size of a large watch and looks similar as well. "This little guy is tuned to your biochemistry, it juuuuust needs a teeny little insignificant pinprick of blood. Or hair, any DNA really."

Then, simply walk over to a waypoint and you'll see a visual and audio cue to let you know it's been tuned to the waypoint. Now, you can go back to that waypoint at any time without needing to be present at another waypoint to use the interface! Cool, right?"

Of course there will be a small fee- Waypoint upkeep isn't cheap, and neither is production, but its far easier and cheaper to reproduce than the Commander's model! Juuust bear in mind it's region locked.

No skipping off to Cantha or Elona from Lion's Arch. There's only so much we can do and our ley line mapping across mainland tyria is just that much more advanced.

Qikk closes his hologram and puts away the pointer he was using to reference it. "If you want to donate to the production of this miracle device, name pending, come talk to me after the show! Any questions?"

[pizzazz-party]

My new meds are barely working, but they work juuuuust enough to drive me slightly crazy when they wear off. A work still in progress, unfortunately

Anyway—THEORETICALLY (this is not an announcement) if I were to manufacture hard enamel pins of Ring, the order minimum requires you (not you—as in me, the commissioner) to commission at least one hundred units.

There’s no way I will sell one hundred pins of Ring’s face. And I will only wear one myself. But I could mount the rest of them on a sheet of fabric clamped to a wall and call it interior design.

[spotsupstuff]

Long Xiaojiao probably has a double take when she sees Host in that restaurant. Bc I don't know what happened before (Nezha probably made them) stopping for food but that girl's dress is probably ruined, her hair has been pulled out of that hairstyle, and she's wearing Qi Xiaotian's jacket over everything, the last one probably what makes Xiaojiao do a double take.

its either a double take or bang bang, aye. stuff just depends on a lot of the set up tbh. like whats she wearin, when and how Xiaojiao notices her, if her attention would be first drawn towards the face or the brown jacket n so on. gotta remember that Xiaotian's signature jacket was burnt in the finale, he has chef Zhu's rn n that one isn't as recognizeable. gotta factor in Xiaojiao's mental health at the time as well, y'saw her at the very end of s3 (dunno when this could theoretically take place). Red prolly helped her out a lot with that but neither he or anybody else can bring her to a complete 0 after All That n if you push juuuuust the right mental button...

[greetingsfromeboncreek]

Part one of a four part series on... well, fan characters of mine. Like the theoretical animals I posted a while back though, these are all characters and things that COULD theoretically exist (in the reboot canon, btw), if juuuuust off screen.

The first being: The Night Owl

AKA Magic D.B. Cooper

More under the cut.

It’s well known that Sentor banks are impregnable, especially the central vault. Between the state of the art magical locks, the leystone heavy building construction, and the dragons strewn about, wandering into Thal’nasia’s banks with anything but the most up to date credentials is usually a very easy way to get yourself killed. Indeed, there’s never been a record of a successful robbery of one... except that one time. An extreme fluke, as agreed upon by pretty much everyone in Thal’nasia.

Years ago, at 3:32 AM on a Friday in the spring, every security monitor in the entirety of the central bank shut off at once. 15 minutes later, they came back on again and the equivalent of 20 million USD was found missing from the vault. It was as if the money just vanished, with only two pieces of evidence to show for it. The first, a dull, primitive knife, and the second, a single photograph of the perpetrator- an individual now known only as “The Night Owl”. Because of their outfit, The Night Owl’s gender, species, and race is completely unknown, (with bright and weight only having vague estimations) and the symbol seen on their briefcase had not been recorded anywhere else prior to the robbery. The lack of evidence has left dozens of questions about the event unanswered. How did they access the vault to start with? Why target the most secure bank in the country? How did they manage to relocate the massive amounts of money that was later found missing?

In addition to the photo, the only other piece of evidence- one of the knives that can be seen floating around The Owl- was found left in the center of the vault where hundreds of thousands of coins had been sitting less than half an hour prior. When recovered, it became immediately clear that the knife was one of the most advanced spell decryption and breaking devices ever developed, able to cause a sealed safe’s spells to unravel and break open with a mere tap, without the use of leystone. The spell behind it must have been incredibly complex, but the knife itself has no inscribed runes, implying a long distance enchantment, with the knife’s magical effects being projected from a distant inscribed object. All attempts to trace this connection were blocked however, and after three hours the knife ceased to function, the line apparently cut. The knife itself is a roughly hewn block of steel- no handle, a dull edge, and poor balance, useable only for its original purpose as a spell antennae and nothing more. Despite its plainness however, this “owl feather” has taken its place in the public consciousness as a tantalizing clue for the case, and every year someone always seems to come up with some sort of idea on how it can be traced back to The Night Owl. To date, none of these ideas have worked.

It would appear that whoever The Night Owl is, they’re biding their time. None of the coins stolen have been passed into regular circulation, despite the bounty for recovering just one coin with one of the known stolen serial numbers on it. The rumor mill now speaks of The Nest- the theoretical hiding spot of the ill-gained money, hidden until The Owl sees fit to spend it. Needless to say, anyone who could take it for themselves would be set for life.

Over time the case has become increasingly difficult to solve. The unique nature of the robbery has caused dozens of copycats to appear, who claim to be The Night Owl, use their symbol, and attempt their own daring acts of thievery (which usually fail, with potentially lethal consequences). The result of this is the generation of dozens of false leads and dead ends, leaving the true identity of the thief obscured- perhaps forever.

All that is known is that The Night Owl knew what they were doing. Their appearance was loose and casual, their tools highly specialized, and the event took place over a very short time frame. This person is no doubt one of the world’s best thieves- and the best thieves are never caught.

[pilferingapples]

Hello. I got curious and please feel free to link me I if you answered this before. The introduction of les Amis says that the group "had for its object apparently the education of children". So I'm wondering how did that work? I mean, I know it's a screen. But did they actually have to give classes, or were they patrons, or was it just on paper? I just love the idea of les Amis teaching tiny kids and want to know how realistic it is. Thank you in advance.

Interesting question! I would love to have other History Side fans weigh in on this!  I think it’s extremely plausible and flexible enough to do basically whatever you want it to do in a fanfic?  A lot of speculation under the cut:

-- As far as I can tell, it’s as plausible as you want it to be? There was beginning to be a real push for public education, and some early laws were on the books , but enforcement was spotty.  There were a lot  of kids running around outside of schools and no real rule about it being compulsory. This didn’t just hit Feuilly-level kids either--  Alexandre Dumas nearly missed any kind of formal education because his family couldn’t afford it and his mother couldn’t get anyone to support him for a scholarship. And they weren’t Rich, but they definitely weren’t at the bottom of the ladder, either. So the Amis aren’t necessarily just teaching gamin-level students; kids from pretty solidly settled working artisan families may also be there, especially if that gives them more work-friendly learning times or locations. 

Education at the time wasn’t the most formalized and standardized thing-- the class of people who sent their kids to colleges used a variety of schools and tutors as suited them, and only had to make sure their children had the right subjects covered to pass the formal tests for their intended final institutions of learning.  As far as I’ve come across--please take that as a serious disclaimer, the history of primary education hasn’t been my focus!-- there’ll be a big push for more standardization and inclusion juuuuust outside the Amis’ era, in 1833, with the passage of the Guizot laws. And even those seem to have not made primary education compulsory, or even free. As long as they stick to the kind of kids the usual schools aren’t reaching (the Gavroche or Feuilly types) , they’re unlikely to be drawing any official interference (...well, at least not for Teaching Without A License. They may still be regarded with suspicion as a potential insurrectionist front organization, which of course they are). 

All of the Amis have the necessary qualifications for teaching basic skills-reading,writing, history etc-- that would be expected at the time(that is , they possess that knowledge themselves and are evidently quite happy to share it). If they want to give it a go, I haven’t seen anything to indicate that anyone would stop them from teaching a few kids their letters or sums here and there.

Which leaves just the practical considerations: Time, space, lesson plans, materials for lessons,and willing pupils (or at least willing parents and guardians who’ll insist on it) . The Law-Students-And-Artsy-Slackers squad will have much more free time than Feuilly or the med students. As for money, Bahorel’s allowance alone is surely enough to finance some basic slates-and-chalk kind of supplies, and of course all of them would be theoretically pitching in; more than that and there may start being problems with portability.  Is this a regular thing with a set meeting place, or an impromptu kind of “we’ll go where we’re invited” thing? The more permanent and elaborate the situation is, of course, the more work it will take to actually maintain, whereas if it’s just them letting the word get out that “hey, these college kids will show up and teach your kids their letters for free if you need it, just send word around”, then it’s going to be simpler but more erratic. 

In terms of lesson plans, the permanent-vs-spontaneous level will of course shape things; are they usually just giving tutoring to a few kids with a limited number of meetings, or regularly leading whole rooms of children on regular days for a month or more ? 

It’s probably easier to have the Amis (meaning the larger-than-nine group here) are doing the teaching themselves rather than just paying someone else to do it; but it’s also very plausible to have them not teaching at all, but just making materials available.  If they are  paying someone else, it’s probably just as informal a teaching job as if they were the ones doing the teaching, and partly a means of employing people who need the paycheck. So TL DR: it’s very plausible, and you can set it up to suit just about any scenario you’d like! Just think about how much time and what sort of structure for it suits your story, and how that interacts with the time constraints and lifestyles of the characters, and what suits them will suit the setting! I hope you have fun with it; it’s a concept with so much fic potential!:D 

[danahmbisyosangdoktora]

Not to be whiny but it just saddens me whenever I see posts from Batch 2019 wherein they were being hyped up by the Dean as they review for the board exam. I know I should move on but I juuuuust can't help but feel... jealous?

How does that feel?

How does it feel like not being looked down upon?

How does it feel like not being constantly reminded how lacking you are and doubt yourself if you are capable of taking the September boards every minute?

I can never forget the struggle and pain my batch (or I alone... but I doubt it's just me) had to go through emotionally when it was us, reviewing last year. I mean who would forget that time when we were yelled at (and embarrassed) by her whilst those students who were reviewing for PAMET-PASMETH Quiz Show sat in our review classes? I remember her telling them to ""tell your batch mates to review harder as early as this day so as to not end up like this batch during board review"". I can clearly remember when she told us how our batch is "just an average batch" so we had to triple our efforts. How many times we were reminded how excellent previous batches were compared to us? I lost count. Earlier during the review, she was so ecstatic claiming a Top 1 Performing School but during the latter months... she just "hoped and prayed for the best". That's how they just lost faith in our batch. We also received news from friends from other review centers how the Dean told everyone that no one would take the boards from TUA. Not sure how true though. When the results came out, they thought it was just "a strategy" to surprise everyone. Little did they know, she just doesn't want anyone to expect so high from us and be disappointed in the end. Last but not the least, I will never forget that time when our Academic Head talked to us and cried, almost begging, just so some of us wouldn't take the board exam because they don't trust as fully.

But of course, maybe we were just really slow and average. Numbers don't lie right? But I had to defend, we never lacked effort. We did the best we can do individually.

Taking into account the three important things the college was coincidentally facing when we took the boards. We had to garner 100% to:

1) Maintain the Level III PAASCU Accreditation.

2) Maintain the Masters in Medical Technology in TUA.

3) Maintain the International Clinical Internship Program.

Apparently, these are more important than our batch's self-esteem and mental health... but that's okay, it's in the past already anyway meow. Everyone passed and we were blessed to be able to bag a Top 1 Performing School recognition... and they were suddenly proud ha ha (okay I know I know who wouldn't?) but the emotional scars we got just to reach that??? it won't go away. Very dramatic but it really won't... at least for me.

They said we needed that much pressure for us to strive harder. "Pressure makes diamonds", they said. Ha, look at me! Do I look like a diamond? I actually became a mess after I passed the boards and got my license. I suddenly didn't know what to do with my life looool

Reviewing for boards while living alone? It's no joke! I had no one to talk to. Remember the nights I had to cry and ask myself if I am worthy to take September boards, self? I literally almost didn't because of the immense pressure I felt! There came a point where I already told my mother I'm not taking the boards and was ready to go back to Bicol had people from Student Affairs Center did not talk me out of it.

Nonetheless, my alma mater did not lack in honing our skills and further our theoretical strengths... they even went to greater extents just to ensure we know everything... to the point that it's taking toll in our mental health. That's what they lacked, is all I can say.

I'm not sure where this post is going. This is just me pouring what I feel.. in raw and at the spur of the moment. Probs like my version of "felt cute, might delete later"; mine would be "felt mad, might delete later". I don't know if I'm making any sense, I'm probably exaggerating and plainly whining but I really felt the need to vent. You wont probably understand anyway if you didn't experience it yourself.

Anywayyyy, I'm hoping for the best to Batch 2019! Wouldn't say anything that would pressure anyone because I know first hand, it won't help but I hope and am praying y'all finish strong! Never let external voices get into you. Always remember that you are taking the boards for yourself... not for anyone or for anything. Everything else is just an incentive!

PS: we only had an In-House Review.

[deathfavor]

@legacychosen​​​​​ said: you can count on me. (Frosch @ Rufus)

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   Certainly the winds sang of turbulence at such a declaration. Count on Frosch? Well, the margin for that going as planned was quite narrow. He wasn’t exactly the brightest tool in the shed. Unfortunately for Rufus, he could recall every instance that he’d gotten lost or forgotten information or other such matters. But he was almost always positive. Sometimes that was exactly what Sabertooth needed, more than cold logic or undying determination. A simple smile.

   The memory mage kneels down to offer a gentle smile and a hand gently pats the top of Frosch’s head.

   “  Very well then Frosch. I’m counting on you for this, okay? Rogue will be as well. So make sure you wake him up okay? It’s very important he comes to the meeting room.  “  Rufus replies, voice calm and composed in an easy melody. Keeping things simple definitely helped more often than not as well. He could do his best at least.

   With that, Rufus stands back up with a smile.  “  Good luck on your mission, Frosch! I believe in you.  “  Sort of. Well, hopefully this was a success. At least Frosch wouldn’t have to leave the guild hall to go get him. So theoretically there was no danger of him getting lost.

   (  Rufus had, of course, already put a silent spell to detect if Frosch left the perimeters juuuuust in case.  )

[alisonsbookshelf]

The End of Mr. Y, by Scarlett Thomas A postgrad student stumbles upon one of the rarest books in the world in a thrift store and must figure out what it has to do with her adviser's disappearance, if it's really cursed, and whether she's going to read it. The very premise of this novel - I don't believe in curses but this thing is supposed to be cursed and weird things keep happening and am I going to use it, of course I am because I'm too smart to believe in curses but I'm still scared - is enough to make me giddy. Probably all the Scooby Doo I watched as a kid. In an interesting twist, the academic protagonist is also a broken-home-self-destructive-antihero type character, which you don't usually see combined. I didn't find her very relatable, but that was more because of the half-understood regurgitation of pretentious philosophy and theoretical physics. I hate when novels try to sound lofty with that, especially when you know juuuuust enough about the subject to have a sneaking suspicion that the author is pretty wrong about most of the things they're talking about. And there was a LOT of that in this book. Another unexpected twist was that I was honestly kind of disappointed when it took a turn for sci-fi. It was surprising and well done but I was so invested in the original premise that I just couldn't get into it again that far into the book. Plus, with the story's sketchy history with pop science up to that point I was cringing anticipating what the rest of the book would be like. It turned out to be okay, but by the time I relaxed into it I had to recringe about the time travel. There are a lot of well established rules and theories of time travel that the author doesn't seem to be aware of, because they answered all of her Big guess-we'll-never-know-what-a-huge-mystery Questions. I'm not hugely into sci-fi beyond Doctor Who so I feel like what I know about it can be used as a pretty good baseline for the casual observer, and she just did not approach it. Oh, and what she called a "feminist analysis" of major religion amounted to "Hey, what's the deal with all those male leaders, am I right?" The recurring theme of why this book fell short for me is the dabbling and consequent misunderstanding of so many subjects that this supposedly educated character egregiously missed the mark on every time. Even I could tell that most of it probably isn't correct. It was sloppy and misguided and made parts of the book a chore to get through. I finished the book but I didn't enjoy it. It did not live up to the promise of the premise.