#twentysomething

[littlebigdelusion]

week 1, going back to uni and changing my major to art history and theory.

Everything feels refreshing and it somehow validates going back to academic space. Met all lecturers and they seem really nice. I am so excited about medieval Georgian sculpture lectures and relieved I could get my seat in German class too.

Bit awkward at first when you are 25 in a room full of teens but it wasn’t scary as it seemed. My anxiety can go to hell now. We are so back!

[quotablefanfiction]

“I tweeted once,” Jack says. “Accidentally,” Bittle reminds him. “I don’t know if that counts.”

Jack is not good with social media (chp. 1)

Positive Image by twentysomething (AO3) Check Please! – Explicit – Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa “Lardo” Duan/Shitty Knight #Alternate Universe #pre-Canon Canon Divergence #Social Media #mentions of past Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann #Sex

When Bittle first showed up at a meeting with management, sitting next to Sara with wide, scared eyes, Jack didn’t think he had a chance in hell. Sara hired new assistants all the time, most of whom barely made it through a season.

Note: This is a restricted story and requires an AO3 account in order to read

[daveysjackie]

ben fank appreciation post bc i miss him

[hopeatnight]

an excerpt from a text i`ve written about friendship. a topic close to my heart.

[bellemorte79]

[hombresguapos]

[psychicheart]

So here I am, a woman in her twenties. Somehow I found myself here, inhabiting this life, this existence. And this is my job, and these people are my friends, and there's the guys I see that I can't call men yet, and all the lack of love and the realizations my peers and I share about these guys. And there's sex and hope, illusions and nervousness, mourning and yearning and evolving. Somehow, I grew up, I made it into adulthood. But the shy little awkward girl I was is still living inside. And everyday, I have to hold her hand and tell her to have faith, to keep jumping with me into the exciting and threatening possibilities of living a life that we chose, rather than endure. A life in which we humbly and continously move into, deeper, higher and further. With dignity, despite of the losses, despite the way our pain is distorting us. The future that still holds some promises in which we want, we have, to believe in.

[hawlieth]

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