Cupers 5.4

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Soooo I’ve been away. >.> I got a bit busy (I had two part time jobs for a little while there whoa) and then I had a brilliant idea of trying to make up for it by experimenting a little with perspective and such, which just made it take longer.

And then I let it sit mostly finished in my files for like a month before I finally finished it off yesterday haha… ha.

*hides behind desk* I’m sorry! ;____;

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Freelance jobs, huh Google?

You may be on to something. At least to start me out post graduation.

Sleepy time now. Tomorrow I read a thing and gym a thing and probably fic a thing, huzzah!

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Whites riot over pumpkins in NH and Twitter turns it into epic lesson about Ferguson, aka The Best of #PumpkinFest, PT 1. #staywoke

in this week’s episode of shit black folks would get murdered or jailed with no trial for



I feel like I’m at a point in my life where I know I need to advance the main quest, but instead I faff about doing side quests because the main quest is intimidating and I don’t feel like I’ve leveled up enough to be able to handle it.

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when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”

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# omfg


I bet you can tell I’m a woman,” she said, “and I suspect the rest of the world can, too.”

She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the NBA; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.

She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.


Michele Roberts, the new head of the NBA Player’s Union (via emilyisobsessed)

“My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on”

“My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on”

“My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on”

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Anonymous: Ugh I feel you. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and there is so much pressure for me to figure it out. If only like was as simple as reading books and drinking tea, sigh.

If only, anon.

I think the worst part about the pressure is how many people disregard how ill-prepared we feel. My mom’s been doing that. Like, I’ve sat at a desk since I was 2 and had people tell me things that I write down, memorize, and then get tested on. I just spew back what I’m told, internalize it, and in college you’re taught to realize that you can think about things more broadly, but that’s only a few of those years (and there’s still the basic format).

That has been 22 out of 24 years of my life.

How am I immediately supposed to know what to do without that?

School and education is not just a foundational part of my life, it has been the one constant for as far back as my memory goes. And now its going away and its like, now what? What am I supposed to fill this time with? Why did you make me learn all of this stuff and waste all of this time when half of it isn’t relevant to life after you turn in your “student of the education system” cap; when none of it is helping me figure out where I am going when I transition out of this. 

Seven weeks and counting. Then what?

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khal-blaine said: This. is. literally. my. life. You are not alone. :[




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princessparadoxical said: Not sure what it’s like where you live, but I’ve only got a year to go on my Ph.D and youth unemployment in Australia is pretty high (by our standards) and they’re thinking of cutting social services to youth and I’m internally panicking.

I don’t think its quite that bad here (that I know of) but the majority of the recent grads I know are working retail. That’s almost all they can find, and the few who do get interviews for non-retail get told they’re overqualified. And so the debt continues to grow. Graduating should be a happy time, and it feels more like I’m walking the plank.

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bethesound said: i just went through this and even though i don’t have the most amazing job i did get a job that isn’t retail or fast food. it’ll happen. don’t freak out just yet.

If everyone (that mostly means YOU MOM) would stop asking me constantly about AFTER COLLEGE I wouldn’t be freaking out. But she won’t. Like, jfc I still have to finish these classes, the novella manuscript for one of them, all of the things to do with my actual book manuscript, and all she wants to know is “when are you getting a job? Like a REAL job?” and I just want to slap her because she couldn’t do my job. She can’t even walk up and down the stairs without complaining let alone do 20,000 steps a day plus lifting and tugging and lugging etc. 

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