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Here is your reminder that I write fic! (Iām also making this so I can have a new pinned post).
I have mostly written for Ghoulcy at the moment, and Iām currently writing a series of one shots for whumptober for them (shhhh I know itās November). But below youāll find my multi chapter link and from there you can find whatever else you want!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Iām fifty papers in to this round of grading. Please enjoy a selection of out-of-context comments Iāve left on studentsā papers so far:
Further updates as warranted.
Important update as we hit paper 70.Ā
Memo to all college writers. If youāre going to write a paper on country music for a born-and-raised Texan professor, make sure youāve got your facts straight.Ā
And with this, I conclude my first round of freshman grading. Hallelujah. In general, Iām quite proud of the work they turned in. Importantly: not a single person failed.
in the chillest possible way,
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being a humanities major whoās friends with stem majors is so funny because youāll ask your friends what theyāre doing today and theyāre like āUGH itās so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about youā and youāre like āoh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.ā and they still think you have it worse
Being a stem major who's friends with humanities majors is ALSO funny bc you ask what's goin on with them and they're like "oh yeah my day's pretty good! I only have to read 50 pages for this one class today and half a book for another one. It's much better than last week where I read three books and wrote a 10 page paper about their overlapping motifs for one class while also researching a niche period of time that our library doesn't have any resources on. How's it been for you?" and you're like "oh I have a lil packet of fun math puzzles due tomorrow." and they look at you like you're carrying the weight of the universe on your back
This is your reminder that just because something falls within the skillset you've practiced, so you can do it and you don't find it particularly hard or stressful relative to other things, it doesn't mean it isn't actually hard work you should be proud of yourself for accomplishing!
this applies to writing and art, too
Fortunately I've stablilised now but I found the first year or so of my current job intensely hard and miserable. My mum was saying just the other she was worried I was going to crack in that period.
And the content of my job is, like, drawing a basket of kittens.
Here's the book I designed in that first year that caused me the worst stress, made me cry multiple times:
It's hard to get sympathy at the pub from your friends when you have to admit the source of your woes is a novelty book for five years olds.
Hopefully not hijacking this post, but it is a constant source of amusement to me when I moan about my work to friends.
I'm a doctor. I work in anaesthetics (often in obstetrics/pregnancy medicine) and intensive care. I deal with stressed, worried people all day, some of whom are at immenent risk of death/longterm harm.
Occasionally I will moan to my friends about a hard day at work. I get a lot of sympathy about how managing dying people must be tough, or that they're sorry I had to spend 10 hours on my feet doing emergency procedures to try and keep someone's heart going.
And every time I have to sheepishly explain that what was difficult about the day was the new computer system they brought in that makes prescribing an extra 2 steps.
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
weāll love you no matter what thaddeus
this look kills me
A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.
Itās years before anyone explains it to him.
People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.
The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. Thatās a word, itās his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, theyāre putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.
Itās fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.
Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.
Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).
And he decides heās honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.
The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down.Ā
Plus, Vulcans of his generation loveĀ puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he isĀ a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans alsoĀ love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city.Ā
And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families.Ā
Thereās no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride.Ā
YES ITāS BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST
For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.
Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and sayingĀ āYou appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to theĀ ābean-bag-chair,ā we can discuss the source of your distress.ā
A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldnāt get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.
Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldnāt get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that theyād have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.
Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids heād helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.
And heād probably remember them too. āWelcome back, Eliza.ā
āā¦Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it downā¦ā
Will reblog every time it crosses my dash šš¾
star trek heritage post (November 14th, 2020)
Periodic reminder that the compiled tag I use on AO3 is āStork The Vulcan (fanon)ā and so far there are 6 fics featuring him:
Heed The Stork
Thereās Always A Chance and
Not Logical by MarlinSpirkHall (hi)
What Stork Brings by AfterIWake @mousedetective
One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat by Android_And_Ale @android-and-ale
Just This Once, Everybody Lives by @alternatefuturesao3
Various iterations of this thread ^ have also been bookmarked under the tag for future reference š
idk who needs to hear this but this weapon is a real world knuckle duster (aka ring gun) revolver called "My Friend"
if I see one more "why age verification is bad" post that doesn't even bother to mention that locking young people out of huge sections of the public sphere - literally the stated goal and primary impact of this shit - is wrong in and of itself I will simply start hitting people with bricks
yes yes biometric data privacy blah blah adults can hypothetically by harmed by this too. what about the immediate and deliberate and not at all hypothetical harm to youth. why are you acting like a potential data leak about what your face looks like, which if it ever happened would at least be generally recognised as a problem, is a more serious issue than cutting millions of people off from information and community and public expression which is happening right now in the open with large scale support
it's got the stench of fucking "banned books week" on it. thousands of adults congratulating themselves for reading books literally no one is trying to stop them from reading while doing nothing to improve access for the young people who are the ones actually having those books made off-limits to them.
[normal person voice] as we all know, the public sphere consists largely of strip clubs and pools of glowing green acid
Iām glad that OP:
1) Figured this out.
2) Shared so others can learn from their mistake.
Rather than distinctly male or female, the human brain is much more like the heart, kidneys and lungs ā basically the same no matter the sex of the body it's in.
rb to make a biological essentialist mad <3
āThis collapse is a telltale sign of a problem known as publication bias. Small, early studies which found a significant sex difference were likelier to get published than research finding no male-female brain difference.ā
the notes on this are toxic - to help clear up any misunderstanding, hereās the actual science paper:
With the explosion of neuroimaging, differences between male and female brains have been exhaustively analyzed. Here we synthesize three dec
in short: brains are brains
Putting this on my good news blog, because yeah, you know what?
Proof that sexism, transphobia, and bioessentialism are biologically incorrect is absolutely a reason for hope - for society and for the world
[disgusted italian mother voice]: You think you have it bad? You ungrateful little clown. Go see how your classmate with the worst parents lives. Then you will be cured.
Young Pagliacci, in tears: But mamma...
Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.
Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.
Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.
"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you
Free service with no ads: Okay so these guys are stealing my data
and then there is Wikipedia
Barbara Howard genuinely has all my respect, because imagine being a top executive at one of the most powerful companies in the world and knowing just how corrupt the world and society really are so corrupt that you even give in to the pressure to sign off on a global genocide because, hey, if the world is doomed, at least save yourself and your family and then your idiot husband comes along and decides to hand over the key to world domination to the fucking President of the United States.
To me, thatās the biggest proof that a wife truly loves her husband, because if you still love him despite him being that stupid, then the love is absolutely genuine.
