#time to write papers in my own time

[elessarwanderer]

Was hozier NOT going to mention that through me (the flood) is based ENTIRELY on cantos 1-4 of Dante’s inferno because I’m screaming and losing my damn paralleling mind

[steakout-05]

hey wait i just had a thought. what would Data's handwriting look like. do you think whenever he has to handwrite he just perfectly prints New Times Roman in size 14 onto the paper in three seconds or something. wait imagine if he wrote in Comic Sans

[thevalleyisjolly]

As an archivist, thinking about the right to be forgotten in a specifically archival context, and the idea that not everyone wants their stories or their records to be made available to anyone/for everyone; that often, what a community judges to be the best preservation for their own histories and culture is not what is beneficial to outsiders, especially outside academics.

More specifically, thinking about this in the context of Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/The Silmarillion/other Legendarium books as “historical” texts.  Thinking about maybe the “authors” not writing everything down because they understand the power of stories and how the telling of a thing grants a certain power over it, over how it is known and spread, and positions the teller as a figure of authority over what (and who) is depicted.

We already know that Bilbo is an unreliable narrator, that he changes things and leaves things out.  There were a few posts and fics years ago, when the Hobbit movies came out, about Bilbo befriending a young Estel in Rivendell and deliberately leaving that out of his stories at Gandalf/Elrond’s request.  What other things might he have left out, perhaps, out of respect for his friends in the Company and their desire to keep their culture and language private and closed? 

Pengolodh compiling the Annals of Beleriand from which came the greater part of The Silmarillion - but he was in Gondolin for much of the First Age, and would have had to rely on other sources to give an account of the rest of Beleriand.  Who did he talk to?  What might they have said and not said, and what might they have requested he include or keep out? 

Anyways, the Legendarium as an archive, something actively created and shaped by the different people in and around it, who both added things and left things out unintentionally or by design or on request. 

[sergeantjessi]

hey how does one get yourself & your brain to work together. because i desperately need to finish a seminar paper and i'm just sitting here like:

My brain: You do know that you would feel better if you'd work on your seminar paper.

Me: Yes. But consider this: I don't want to.

My brain: Another reason to finally do it, so you finally have it out of your way.

Me: But it stresses me out.

My brain: Do it and the stress will go away.

Me: But... It's too much... I can't...

My brain: You can, and it will only get worse if you keep avoiding it. Do. it.

Me: ... Oh look, another thing I'd rather do, fantastic!

My brain: Stop! It!

& none of my usual go-tos work

[supercantaloupe]

finished and submitted my paper. kind of shit but whatever

[gideonisms]

You ever try to picture your future or even any real goal to work towards and just come up against The Static ♥️

[dustoftheancients]

Am I back to writing? Not really, but I’ve fallen down the pit that is Glenya and I absolutely can’t hold myself back from doing something. So I found a prompt list and randomly generated one of the prompts. I hope you enjoy, cuz this probably won’t be the last time I do this.

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15. Kissing to shut them up.

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“What will you tell them?”

The question hung between them for less than a heartbeat. His answer was easy, quick. Something that came naturally.

“That I was not my father’s son after all.”

Slowly, as if moving through a dream, Gleb bend down and retrieved his pistol. He tucked it back into his jacket, disappearing like it was never there. Like there had never been a bullet meant for her loaded within.

She watched him without a word. He did not meet her gaze. A feeling not unlike dread clenched in her gut.

“Surely they won’t accept that.” She could do barely more than whisper. Now that they were no longer enemies — they had never truly been, not to her — she found that she did not have it within her to raise her voice any longer.

His eyes flickered towards hers. She saw sadness, resignation. She might have thought that she had shot him.

“No,” he admitted. “They likely will not.”

Anya’s heart stuttered. So she had shot him. She would be the death of him.

“Gleb—”

“Long life, comrade.” He did not linger. It took less than a heartbeat for him to turn and to reach the door. Once he passed through, he would pass out of her life.

She moved without thinking. She moved with her heart. He already had the door open by the time she reached him, but she grabbed his sleeve, halted him anyway.

“Please, Gleb. Don’t.”

He sighed, then was silent. When he finally turned to look at her, there was something else in his gaze. Something mixed in with the sadness. Something that made her breath catch.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

“Please,” she breathed. “You don’t have to go back.”

A sad smile pulled at his lips, so much smaller than when they had first met. So much more doomed.

Doomed by her.

“I—you can stay here, at least for a while. We can figure something out. You don’t have to throw your life away. I don’t—”

But then his lips were pressed against hers and all her thoughts cut short. He cupped her face with one hand, his fingers curling into her hair.

It was a simple, firm kiss. Desperate, almost. Her first.

He pulled away.

She stared up at him with wide eyes. Her heart thundered in her chest, half in excitement and half in terror. She tightened her grip on him.

His smile widened, a little. But he still looked so sad. His hand dropped back to his side.

Gleb whispered, “Thank you, Anya.”

He laid his hand over hers and gently extracted himself from her grip. She had half a mind to keep clinging, to grasp at him until he stopped, but she recognized the resolution in his gaze. He could not be swayed, and that kiss had meant—

He held on to her hand for a moment longer than needed, their skin separated only by the glove on her hand. She felt his warmth begin to deep through.

Then he let her go.

[gildeddlily]

"relax, echo's on it" and what if I sobbed

[spideyhexx]

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[roguemonsterfucker]

Sorry to talk about it again but I'm just still flabbergasted by the whole plagiarism thing

Like... When watching hbomb's video the first time and seeing him point out the rewording of stuff to change it *just* enough to (hopefully) not get caught stealing... I flashed back to my college days of when I did exactly that. 😅

There was a limit on how many actual quotes I could use, so I got around that by literally looking at my sources and rewording it enough to get past the plagiarism checker (TurnItIn.com my belothed) without losing the meaning of the text that I honestly didn't fully understand because I was writing on topics I had no real knowledge of myself.

BUT BUT BUT

I still cited my fucking sources.

Yes, I was using other people's words so I could get through the hell that was college, but if you read my stuff, you'd know exactly where I got it from. I never claimed credit for all the ideas.

And... again... I was just doing it to survive. I wasn't making money. I didn't even end up actually graduating, so it didn't even help me academically.

Somerton on the other hand not only rarely *if ever* credited the people whose words he stole, he was doing it for money, while also putting down fellow queer creators. He *wanted* full credit for all the ideas in his videos. To cite his sources would be to pass the credit on to others. And he couldn't do that.

Edited to add: It's probably a bit extreme to say I "stole" anything for my papers. Like I said, I cited my sources. I just paraphrased what I could when needed, probably to a degree that was questionable at worst. I just have anxiety and feel like "OH NO I"M A TERRIBLE PLAGIARIST."

[papayafiles]

just went and watched charles' renewal video for the first time and it's not at all similar to lando's? they're both videos with music that feature drivers talking about their teams. that's. that's it.

so tell me why lecfosis on twitter (and on tumblr apparently... i cannot believe they're on tumblr. please keep your twitter toxicity to twitter!!) are analyzing it frame by frame trying to find similarities to accuse mclaren and lando of copying it and rushing it out in a day (for WHAT reason?). "they couldn't even bother to colorgrade it" have you considered they made it black and white on purpose to contrast with the fluoro logo. it looks cool! we all think it looks cool bc we're not miserable losers trying to find things to be mad about!!! "it's so obvious to any editor that it's poorly edited" have you considered mclaren hires professionals who know how to video edit better than you, a random weirdo on the internet who clearly needs a job? (just a question) "SO weird that they'd drop this the day after charles" okay babes have you ever considered that mclaren doesn't give a fuck what ferrari is up to because they have their own better car and their own better drivers and their own far less dysfunctional team environment to focus on?!?? maybe invest this energy into getting ferrari to hire therapists idk what to tell you

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[uc1wa]

i have had little to no creativity and it’s irking me because i know as soon as i’m back on campus i’m gonna be thinking of scenarios a mile a minute with an app development assignment in the background

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Every time Prapai gives Sky medicine, he's narcoleptic inside 5 minutes.

[zipquips]

feeling incredibly unprepared for my med appointment today

[un-pearable]

made a mistake