#this was a final project fr the semester

[whack-patty]

alright everybody here's that devo and caper comic i promised yall

Context below the cut; I had a dream abt a month ago

Devo La Main from TAZ; Ethersea and my dnd oc from this semester named Caper were on a team with a ton of other ppl. They were going on a heist, targeting SOMETHING hidden on a flying (through the air) battleship, kind of like Koda ((sentient and kind of psychic, that vibe)). Devo and Caper specifically were on a team, and they split off from the rest of their group. Those two are both bards with a specialty in like...psychic, mind control and occasionally sound-based magic, so they knew how each other worked well.

Not long after getting on the ship, a red light came on high above everyone---and suddenly Devo turned around and clocked Caper RIGHT in the schnoz

He had a red light glowing right on his forehead and some kinda horrible hate in his eyes and he and Caper threw HANDS

Caper started sloooowly to feel it too. Whatever the red light thing was was charmed-person style just. filling the ENTIRE heist team with hatred towards one another. In the blur of the fight Caper could see the rest of the heist teammates all fighting each other, and not a SINGLE one of them fighting the actual people who worked on the boat.

...she didnt see ANYBODY on the boat who wasnt part of the heist team, actually. hm

anyway Devo and Caper got in a fist fight

Did either of them think to use their cool epic sexy magic powers? No

They just used their tiny little paper bard fists

Good for them tbh

They needed the workout

Anyway at one point Devo tackled Caper so hard they both fell backwards off the boat

And once they were out of range, the Wrath Magic wore off, and now they were just plummeting through the air and TERRIFIED

Dreamlogic likes to do funny things so of course in THIS dream, Devo could both Featherfall (so he did) and could Swim (so he did). While Caper could NOT Featherfall (so she didn't) and could NOT Swim (so she didn't).

When she hit the water, she heard a big voice ask her player to roll on the wild magic table, and. well. I got a bad roll (sorry Caper)

So a ball of lightning started forming in front of her chest, which is VERY EXTRA BAD UNDERWATER

And it did the iron man lazer blast thing and PZCHEWWSWEFJKDS out of nowhere

Caper was still kinda pissed so she tried to aim for Devo (thank gravy)

The rest of the dream was Caper being absolutely c o o k e d and poor Devo trying to swim her to the shore, while in the background the giant boat started to fall towards the ocean

Yeah

Anyway the Final for this class was to draw a comic book cover and two pages out of context of a comic, so I picked two cinematic scenes from the dream :^)

[goldensunset]

not to be. a college student on main or anything but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAA

[t4tdanvis]

my latin class is the best place on earth and i think thats beautiful

[scattered-winter]

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[maeples]

regret logging onto the blackboard on a weekend... burdened with the terrible knowledge that i must finish two posters for two presentations this week

[good-night-space-kid]

just bunged the three mile island documentary on netflix… brb when i’m done crying

[supernovafics]

𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

pairing: college!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k words

summary: in which a plethora of coincidences keep pushing you and steve toward each other and you kind of hate it

warnings: slight!fuckboy steve, explicit language, angst, some fluff

author’s note: hope y’all enjoy<3333 (full folklore series masterlist here!)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

You didn’t know his name, but you saw him almost everywhere. 

Actually, you did know his name, Steve, but you didn’t really know him. 

What you did know was that he had been a shitty group partner to have last semester for a history class, and that he had an on-again/off-again, more so off-again, relationship with your roommate who you had a polite but surface-level friendship with. He also frequented the diner you worked at a few minutes off campus with his basketball friends and dates; and you couldn’t help but notice that it was always a different girl each time. 

Even though there were a bunch of opportunities for something to happen between you two, you’d never had an actual conversation with him. Not that you necessarily wanted to. But, after having the plethora of instances where you could’ve talked to one another, it sometimes surprised you that you didn’t at least have some sort of a friendship with this guy you’d see way too often. 

You chalked it up to the fact that even though you two would share passing glances every so often with one another, you’d never been in a one-on-one situation with him. 

Until you finally were, and it was in perhaps one of the worst and weirdest ways possible. 

You were walking down a random aisle on the fourth floor of the campus library when you bumped into Steve. Well, “bumped” is a bit of an understatement because you quite literally tripped over him. 

For some reason, he was sleeping in the middle of the aisle, and you didn’t notice until it was too late since your eyes were solely trained on the shelves as you searched for one book in particular. 

“Jesus Christ,” You yelped as you tumbled to the ground, glad that your brain thought quick enough to put your hands out so that you didn’t completely faceplant. 

When you looked at what caused you to fall and saw Steve leaning against a bookshelf with his legs out, you inwardly groaned because, of course, it was him. 

“Ouch,” He said with a small yawn as he rubbed the leg that you tripped over. “Weird wake-up call.”

“Why the hell are you sleeping here?” You asked as you started to get up. 

“I was trying to study for a test and then I got tired,” He shrugged and then finally looked at you. “Hey, you look crazy familiar.”

You almost laughed at that and thought about simply walking away from him, but decided against it. The universe clearly wanted you two to have a conversation with one another, so you decided to finally give it what it wanted.  

“We were in the same group for a history project last semester,” You answered. 

“Oh yeah,” He said and his eyes cast downward. “Sorry about that. I know I was probably the worst person in that group.”

“Very, very true,” You nodded, although you were no longer upset about that whole situation. Not that you were ever truly mad, anyway. “Also, you had, or maybe still have, some sort of fling going on with my roommate. Lissa.”

“That is definitely a past tense thing,” He responded with so much certainty that you silently wondered what happened between them. You weren’t close enough with Lissa to talk to her about that sort of thing, though.  

“I think I’ve seen you somewhere else though, too,” Steve said and then thought for a moment. “Oh, you work at that diner, right?”

“Yup, mostly weekends but some weeknights too.”

Steve nodded at your words. “Huh, surprised we never talked before.”

You didn’t tell him that you had been thinking the same thing and instead decided to sit down across from him putting your legs out as well. “What class are you studying for?”

“Psychology,” He answered and then showed you the textbook next to him, which looked eerily familiar. 

“With Dr. Brooke?” 

Steve nodded and you fought the urge to look around to see if you were on some sort of elaborate prank show. Because it didn’t fully make sense to you how all of these fucking coincidences were happening. 

“I’m in that class too,” You responded after a brief stint of silence. 

In this case, it kind of made sense that you didn’t know he was also in that class because it was huge, with at least a hundred fifty people in that auditorium-type room. 

“Wow,” Steve verbalized the surprise you were inwardly feeling. “Weird.”

You couldn’t help but finally let out a small laugh. “‘Wow’ and ‘weird’ are probably the understatements of the century.” You pulled your legs up and wrapped your arms around them. “I think we kind of have to be friends now. These coincidences are too fucking insane to not be.”

He smiled at you and there was something about it that made you fully understand why he so easily had a new girl to bring to the diner every week. 

“What if I take you on a date?”

A part of you immediately felt surprised by his question and how abrupt it was. However, the other part of you sort of saw it coming because it made a little bit of sense. Case in point, the fact that you would frequently see him with a new girl. Asking someone out was probably equivalent to breathing for him. 

“No,” You answered simply before standing up. 

You didn’t notice the immediate confused look on his face as he followed suit and abruptly stood as well. 

“Why not?”

There were a lot of reasons you could’ve given him as the answer to that question. Such as how he’d been with your roommate, and although you weren’t best friends with Lissa, something about it still felt at least a little wrong. Or the fact that the thought of being added to his list of conquests made you feel physically ill. 

“I’d just rather not,” You ultimately answered with a small shrug and then started walking away. You quickly pushed away your lingering thought that told you that if the circumstances were different you would’ve fully considered saying yes to him. 

Steve didn’t follow you as you walked away. Instead, the wheels in his brain started turning as he thought about how he could get you to go out with him, something told him that you would be harder to get than the majority of girls he’d been with before. 

However, he never shied away from a challenge. In fact, there was a part of him that loved them. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“time, curious time. gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. were there clues i didn't see?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Somehow through the hordes of people, Steve managed to find you the next day in your shared psychology class, and he sat right next to you. 

“Hi, friend,” You said when you noticed him and smiled. 

Before he could say anything in response, class started and the professor started speaking, almost immediately jumping into the lecture; and he was very intense about his no talking policy. As you half-listened to him discuss the final chapter that would be on the test next week and tried to take somewhat useful notes, you were interrupted by Steve bumping your elbow with his and sliding his notebook over to you. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the action before you read what was written in the margin.

Do you like pizza?

You almost laughed at the randomness of the question. You met his curious gaze for a brief moment and then wrote your response.

Obviously. I’m not a psycho

You pushed the notebook back to Steve and then went back to paying attention to the lecture. Moments later, he slid it back toward you. 

Wanna get some tonight? I know a really good place a few minutes off campus 

If it’s just a friendly hangout then yes

No. Date?

You rolled your eyes at the question and moved the notebook back toward him without saying anything. You could see in your peripheral that he was adding something else before pushing the notebook to you. 

Please?

You crossed out that question and his previous words, and then under it drew a tic-tac-toe board, putting an X in the middle. 

You watched as Steve made his move, an O in the top left corner, and then wrote something else. 

If I win, will you say yes?

Your one worded response was immediate. 

No.

And then you made your move, putting an X under his O. 

He didn’t write anything else, which you were actually surprised about, and instead just continued playing tic-tac-toe. You won the first game, and then he won the next two, and you were close to starting another one with him, because you wanted to redeem yourself, but you forced yourself to listen to the end of the lecture. 

“So pizza date tonight? I’ll pick you up at 8?” Steve asked when class was over, and the both of you started packing your things. 

You laughed a bit. “I think we have very different memories of the conversation that just took place in your notebook.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you were glad when he was bombarded by a few of his basketball friends. You used that opportunity to slip away and out of the room without having to say anything else to him. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“gave me the blues and then purple pink skies. and it's cool, baby, with me.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Surprisingly enough, when Friday night rolled around, Steve showed up at the diner alone; for the first time probably ever. 

You didn’t say anything to him aside from giving him a small wave, which he returned with a smile. 

You weren’t the waitress taking care of him that night, and you could tell that Casey, who you worked with most nights, was also surprised to see him by himself because just like you, she was used to seeing him with girl after girl. 

Toward the end of your shift, you slid into Steve’s booth, sitting across from him. “You’re probably bored out of your mind being here alone, aren’t you?”

He shrugged nonchalantly and then took a bite from one of the few stray fries left on his plate. “I’d rather be alone if it’s not gonna be you sitting across from me.”

You pretended as if his words had no affect on you, even though they slightly pulled at your heart. You had to remind yourself of his track record, most of which you’d seen firsthand. And because of that, you also reminded yourself that you could only be friends with him. 

“Very smooth,” You said and then slid back out of the booth. “But, also probably the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s the truth.” You heard him say as you walked away, and you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. 

Barely ten minutes later, he went up to where you stood behind the counter putting napkins in a dispenser. His bill was paid and you had expected him to leave at any moment, and you hated that the thought of him leaving made you feel a little bit sad. 

“What time are you done here?”

You met his gaze. “In exactly five minutes, actually.”

“Can we do something after?” He asked and when you tilted your head at him, he followed up with, “I promise I only have the friendliest of intentions.”

“I finally brought you to the friendship side?”

“No, but for this instance, yes.”

That managed to make you smile a bit. “Can we go to that pizza place you were talking about? If they’re still open?”

“Yeah, it is. They close at three because the stoner crowd usually shows up around one and that’s peak business.”

“Makes sense,” You nodded.  “I don’t drive, so I’ll meet you at your car.”

A confused look crossed Steve’s face. “You don’t drive? How do you get here?”

“I walk from my dorm, it’s only about ten minutes,” You answered with a small shrug. 

“Oh, okay,” He responded, and didn't say it aloud to you, but he now knew that he would make it his mission to pick you up at the end of your shifts so that you wouldn’t have to walk alone in the dark anymore. “I’ll meet you outside.”

When you stepped out of the diner, a minute earlier than expected, you were quick to get in Steve’s car.

“Do you have a sweater or something I could wear? I left my jacket at home,” You asked, not really thinking too much of the question because you hated wearing the baby blue dress that was your uniform anywhere other than the diner. 

Steve reached into the backseat and handed you a hoodie, which you immediately slipped over your head. The hoodie swallowed you whole and made it look as if you weren’t wearing anything underneath, but it felt so comfortable that you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“hell was the journey but it brought me heaven.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“What are you thinking?” Steve asked when you both finally decided to leave the pizza place around two in the morning. He had walked you to the passenger side of his car, but before you opened the door to get inside, you turned around to face him and you didn’t say anything as you met his eyes, which was what prompted his previous question. 

There was a lot that you were thinking right then, and most of the thoughts surrounded the fact that you had thoroughly enjoyed yourself on this “non-date” with Steve. He was genuinely nice and funny, and such a fucking charmer that it made you want to roll your eyes while giggling at his words. And he was being honest about keeping things friendly for the most part, although you had a feeling that not being a least a little flirty was impossible for him. 

And it was all of that put together, that made one thought sit heavily at the forefront of your mind. 

“I think I wanna kiss you,” You finally answered, and you were surprisingly not scared by your complete honesty. 

He smiled at that and his hands found your hips as he moved the tiniest bit closer to you and his next two words came out softly. “Do it.”

You had to pull your eyes away from his because you were so close to listening to him. 

“I can’t.” Your voice was quiet. 

“Why not?”

“Because I really just want us to be friends.”

“We can still just be friends even if you kiss me right now,” Steve told you, and although you were unsure if you fully believed him, you still decided to take his word for it and you pushed yourself up on your toes a bit to press your lips against his. 

You could tell he was initially surprised by the abruptness of it, but he kissed you back almost immediately. Your arms came up to wind around the nape of his neck to steady yourself as your back was pressed into the side of the car. 

It felt almost surreal how much better this was than you thought it would be. Your mouths moved against each other so seamlessly, almost as if this was already something that had happened a million times before. 

You expected to be able to kiss Steve once as a way to sort of get the attraction you felt toward him out of your system so that you could then let things become completely normal and solely friendly between you two. But, right then– with his lips against yours, and one hand on your waist and the other cupping your cheek– you were hit with the sudden thought that you would need this to happen so many more times. 

You didn’t necessarily want to pull away from Steve at that moment, but you had to because you were completely out of breath. 

“That was— That was really good.” Your lips were still tingly as you licked them and you felt slightly light-headed, but in a good way, if that was possible. 

Steve pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek. “You sure you wanna still be just friends?”

That was the question that you now were unsure of the answer to. 

However, a small “yes” was what you responded with after what felt like a year’s worth of silence, and you could hear exactly how unconvincing you sounded.

Steve nodded and you could tell that he was pretending to believe you. “Okay.” 

He was about to finally pull away from you, but you stopped him. “What if…What if we are just friends, but we can kiss and maybe do other things,” Your mouth was moving much quicker than your mind could fully process the words you were saying. And you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about what you were proposing, but most of it seemed really good to you. “But, you shouldn’t date people, and I won’t either.”

“Okay,” Steve responded, smiling amusingly at your words. “But, this is starting to sound a lot different from a friendship.”

“Shh,” You said as you slotted your lips against his again. You knew how all of that sounded, but it made you feel a little better about the situation you were putting yourself in because you convinced yourself that you couldn’t get hurt this way. And aside from kissing Steve, not getting hurt was all that really mattered to you right then. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“one single thread of gold tied me to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

let me know ur thoughts<333

[roseofcards90]

Hewooo , hope uni isnt sucking too much life out of you

What would be 3 anime series you would reccomend to watch?(and by reccomend i mean strap me to a chair n make me watch em)

Also bonus question due to your prev ask -> 💌

Hewwo Zerk!!! It’s been something that’s for sure 😭 but I’m almost done with the semester so I’m hoping I can get through all the assignments final exams I have (it’s mostly just essays and projects) but yeah!!!

LMAO omg there’s so many I would recommend but I think these three especially:

1. Mob Psycho 100, Idk if you’ve already seen it or not but I would recommend this to anyone tbh whether they’re an anime fan or not. It’s one of my favorite series of all time and I think everyone should watch it at least once!!!

2. Princess Tutu, this one I would definitely recommend if you enjoy magical girl series but even if you’re not a huge fan, I think it’s just an overall amazing and very satisfying story at the end. I love stories that are so metanarrative in nature and deconstruct the entire story itself, so if that's something you also like then I cannot recommend it enough!!!

3. Haibane Renmei, there's a lot to unpack with this. It's truly something I cannot completely summarize with words because it's a show you have to experience for yourself is what I'll say. I was recommended it by a few friends (thank u to Alice and Viri btw <3), and I was not the same person after finishing the series. Even now, it still lives rent free in my head. Heavy on religious symbolism, very melancholic but also comforting in some parts, it's definitely a one of a kind gem <3

And for the 💌 ask!!! I love all the kitty posts you tag me in as well as seeing all the cats you have! 🥺 I want to pet them all <3 You also seem pretty chill so we would definitely vibe together fr

[tojisun]

Not me running on liquid courage again. 💀🥂

I mean we all know canon toji is an asshole ❤️, but domestic?!?! It just makes you wanna bash a keyboard 😗 like how can you not! It's so fucking frustrating! He IS beautiful indeed its frustrating!

🥺🥺🤧 ahh this response! I know I said thank you already but like 🥺 thank you. I'm happy you found a healthy outlet. It takes a lot to acknowledge when you're not feeling well AND to doing something positive about it, so virtual hug 🤧 bring it in 🫂!

I wish school systems would actually give a fuck and do a better job preparing students for uni (dont we all). Everyone has a different situation but uni will always be there. I mean they want your money loans, right?? Take all the time you need while you're in uni. This is just my experience, but I feel like this is really only one time where you'll have a chance to work on your adult life before it becomes an expectation.

I just miss being a student for leeway at work. 0h and bc I like learning.

Omg I feel you on a personal level. Taking a 18 hour semester and a +50hr job for WHAT!!! In the end, I changed my major when I had 3 more classes until I graduated, so i graduated in 6 years 🙃.

Truly, please be kind to yourself. We only have 1 fucking day in the week to not think about work. I'm channeling my spirit energy to you. I wish you the best! Please take care and stay safe.

(Sorry for any typos)

omg hey!!! howre u!! sorry it took a while for me to respond ahdjwjs

no no bc that’s exactly me!! canon toji was so much of an asshole that i had a hard time writing him being soft and domestic and kind (ie: my first established fic was toji leaving the reader for mamaguro bc ik that man would choose her in any universe </33) but then i was like fuck canon. i want toji who’s in love w the reader; toji who cares for the reader; toji who’s moved on and healed from mamaguro and loving the reader for them and not as mamaguro’s replacement!!!! (most of my fics tend to follow this au)

i remember when i was drafting one of my first fluff fics (not headcanon or drabble), one of my besties told me, “ur projecting.” like maam, do u think i dont know 😭 but yea i wrote my soft toji whose scarred lips are gentle when they kiss the reader because toji is so pretty, we need him being happy with reader!!!!

thank u so much for the hug!! ive been having severe bad weeks and i needed this <3333 hugs you tight too 😚

and absolutely!! my school did ok in preparing us for post-secondary; college did amazing in helping me transition from high school setting and into post-secondary setting; but fuck. uni is a whole different level. can’t catch a break fr like AHHSHSHH

but yes thank u so much for the advice!!! i can absolutely see what u mean. like rn, even if i have work and back-to-back lectures, i still have the opportunities to ask for time-offs to prepare for my midterms and finals and papers which has helped me greatly! the life experience is helping me lots while giving me some form of coddling and ik this wouldnt really last into (greater) adulthood so that kinda sucks :((

and omg u switching majors is nerve-wracking but amazing at the same time!! ik sm of my friends who just suck up with their majors even if theyre fr struggling so im glad that u were able to pursue something more your style. im sorry it took long for u to grad though but still!!! im so happy for uu!!!

and i will be kind to myself, i promiseee!! ive been doing better these past few days and hoping to have more kind days moving forward!

thank you again for this kind mssge! ur words and kindness truly means a lot to me. take care darling, and have a happy and safe drinking 🥹🫶🏼

[thefuturewithoutus]

hate my life.. i have an interview with my french teacher today and then i have a critique for my final drawing project. i signed up for today and don't realize i'd be first 😭 also getting cold feet about it because i made it too personal for me to talk about in front of everyone comfortably 😑. i just need this semester to end fr

[pastel-horrors]

I Wish You Would

Back at it with another fic. I’ve updated a couple times these past couple days but I’m now caught up with what I’ve written so far.

Summary : It’s Steve’s final semester senior year of high school and he just needs to pass chemistry. He couldn’t help that he’s been drifting slowly from his friends for years just to be paired with one of his ex’s brothers friend is in a class he had to retake. He also can’t help that now his new friend is also friends with the schools rumored satanist when he spent his whole life being brought up in the church. All Steve needed to do is pass chemistry…

Tags : Slow Burn, like considerably slow, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eddie is an actual satanist, pastor son!Steve, Lots of Religious Guilt, Steve’s got problems, hes just like me fr!, Steve’s pov!, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bisexual Steve Harrington, he gets there eventually give him time he’s a church boy, Gay Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural (Stranger Things), Fights, Bullying, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia

[agendabymooner]

*squeaks in here*

Hi. It's finals week and I'm not sure if it's the end of the semester or the end of me 😭 so i haven't been able to read your fics, only the toto one ans i am WHEEZING 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Hope you're doing better than me rn. They say that the RRL cannot be rushed, WELL they haven't met me and my groupmates!! Who will be rushing our product development today tomorrow and monday!!

babygurl— I thought I was gonna build a shrine for you 🤧 I was wondering where tf you were because it be dead silent on my asks and notifs lately LMFAOOO

I finished my semester :))) now I’m gonna head back to the city and write a lot of smut and requests on my inbox.

And push through with the project!!! Remember, once that those things are done— the semester ends!!!

Good luuuuuck 😩🫶 I’m rooting for you fr

[ronneutron]

Midterm Blog Post 14:

Final touches of the Portrait/ Environmental Mosaic project

The activist depicted is Aja Barber, she's a writer and stylist focusing on the intersections of sustainable fashion.

I wrote a paper using one of her presentations on fast fashion for an essay last semester☺️I keep up w/ my goodsis fr

[gnfmoon]

Saw you were looking for distractions and I'm a pro at distracting people

Anyways so story time

I'm in school for film production and earlier this semester me and my friend (fellow dream stan) were looking for songs to use for our final projects (our school pays for a universal music lisence) and I joked about how the tone her assignment took really warranted a manhunt song. We had a little giggle at that and then kept looking (I at this point had basically abandoned my own assignment cause I was bored so we just had her headphone splitter and were clicking through songs)

Fast forward about 10 minutes later and we just hit a wall of duds. Songs that were just not it at all. At the bottom of the screen I see a song with an interesting looking name and I tell her to click on it. She's all like, I bet this will be awful and I'm like, well I guess we'd better see

It starts playing and there's something oddly familiar about it. She clicks through to a bit later and YUP it's manhunt music no questions asked. Battle music specifically. We sit there, jaws dropped as we process what we just did. We see more songs from the same and all of them are manhunt songs used at one point or another

Core memory for me fr, genuinely one of my favorites from this year

That night I managed to track the artist down on YouTube.

She didn't actually end up using the manhunt music but it's the fact that we found it, completely by accident

oh wow. that song must have been sent to you from god himself (dream). that's so incredible honestly i wish she had used it. then you could have scoped out other dream stans in your class. that's what i did in a fandom once where i noticed a classmate's phone with a sticker for something related to this fandom. but like a super subtle thing that no one not in the fandom would have known about. and then i was like heyy i saw your sticker are you a fan? and she was like yeah and then i showed her my keychain with the same character and we became friends :)

but tbh maybe the manhunt music is not that subtle lmao. whats it like to have irl dream stans as friends that sounds fun, i'm kinda jealous

[inbetweenactuality-blog]

Signing off

As of right now, I’ve graduated. 

Here’s an update of how my final year went.

7th semester consisted of four subjects;

- One in which we learned a bunch of things critical care related, and other important stuff like reading ecgs and xrays, system-based assessments, etc. We had 2 weeks of clinicals during which I was posted in the ER, ICU, and the high dependency unit of a ward. The final exam was an osce during which we had to receive a patient to the ER, do all their assessments, medically diagnose them and give the initial treatment, followed by a written exam, followed by acls.

- Psych nursing.

- Ethics and law.

- Research, in which we had a group work to submit a research proposal. Biggest group assignment we’d done thus far.

8th semester consisted of four subjects;

- A useless language subject.

- Community nursing in which at the end of the semester we had an event for the public. Basically, the whole semester involved us working on this event, all for one crazy day. It went well despite there being ups and downs in the planning process.

- Mentoring and teaching, in which we had to teach a younger batch an hour long lesson. And mentor a group of new students in a clinical shift. Lots were taught about being a good mentor/preceptor. This needs to be taught to the old working nurses fr.

- Final project, in which we all chose a very specific topic and, well, basically did our project and presented it. Stress.ful. But learned a lot.

And at the end of our year, our teacher felt bad we didn’t get to go on any trips during our 4 years of college because of covid and whatnot. So she took us on a trip it was so cute.

And that was that. Nursing school is done. These past 4 years were truly a rollercoster. I can’t put into words how incredibly rollercostery it was. When I look back on the young 19 year old who entered nursing school for the first time and the me I’ve become, it’s... crazy. I’ve grown so much in more ways than I can count. I’ve met people. I’ve lost people. I’ve pondered about life and gained a wisdom that only comes from working as a nurse (well, nursing student) in a hospital. 

I’m incredibly anxious, but ready for the next chapter of my life. Looking back at my first entries on this blog, I remembered that excited child that was so ready to be a nurse, the one who stalked nurses and nursing students on social media and read everything on the internet about nursing. In complete honesty, part of that spark is gone now, and I may never have it back the way it used to be, but that’s okay. I'll always have these to look back on as a reminder of why I chose this path.

And now, it’s time for my next great adventure.

Signing off,

RN.

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i have so many artworks in progress rn its genuinely overwhelming me to the point that i just give up and go read more tgeecf again or watch yt vids im not even interested in for hours um.