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starlightkun · 6 months

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buzzer beater ❧ teaser [sungchan]

❧ word count: 1028 | full fic: 22.0k ❧ warnings: just cursing for the teaser, everything i know about hockey is from internet research for this fic i’m sorry for any inaccuracies i tried not to put in a lot of specifics lmao ❧ genre: fluff, gets quite suggestive (a heavy makeout scene/near sex scene) but no actual smut, college au, hockey captain sungchan, chronically ill reader (chronic migraines), halloween-themed at the beginning, sungchan’s not a frat boy but he’s like... a frat boy by association ❧ extra info: the ages/relative ages of the members in here are whatever i want them to be, don’t read into it too much. this is a very usamerican-centric take on a college au (greek life, collegiate sports, etc.) btw. also i call kunhang ‘hendery’ in here like it’s his government name for a one-line gag bc i think i’m hilarious (and i am <;3) the reader in this has chronic migraines, which i also have. when the reader’s migraines, experiences as a chronically ill person, and thoughts about being chronically ill are described, that is me writing directly from my own life. i am not a spokesperson for chronic migraines (lol) and am not generalizing the lives of all people with chronic migraines and chronic illness, as we are all different. but i am sending all my love to any readers out there living with a chronic illness, and here’s a reminder to go take your meds!! ❧ estimate release: saturday, october 14, 2023 2:00 p.m. eastern time

“Anyway, your turn,” you tapped his knee with your book before putting it back in your bag.

“For what?”

“To expand my horizons of you. All I know about you is that you’re the hockey captain, and a Bio major who took a gothic fiction class one time like three years ago. Show me you’re a multifaceted individual, too.”

“Uhm, that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, Sungchan.”

“No really, if I’m not on the ice, I’m in class; if I’m not in class, I’m with my team; and if I’m not with my team, I’m studying.”

“You’re here, right now,” you pointed out. “Last I checked I’m not on your hockey team, and we’re not studying. You have to do one thing that’s not for school or hockey. My thing was just watching Pacific Rim this one time, remember?”

“Alright…” he paused to think, fingers tapping along his thighs. “I used to play the piano.”

“Past tense, but I’ll accept it. When did you stop?”

“High school? Around when piano lessons and hockey practice started conflicting.”

“And you chose hockey?” You asked, hoping it didn’t sound judgmental. You really were just curious, trying to understand him.

“Actually, the choice was made for me.” He held his right hand out in front of you, and it was then that you saw his pinky finger was unnaturally crooked as he pointed to the digit. “I broke it in a game without even realizing it. Bruises and stiffness sometimes are normal so me and my parents didn’t know anything was up until weeks later when I was fucking up all the notes at my piano lessons because it still hurt. By the time I finally saw a doctor and got a splint on it, it set up wrong. All dexterity for piano out the window. Hockey on the other hand… guys have done a lot more with a lot less.”

You couldn’t help but curiously run a gentle fingertip over the crook in his pinky. “Does it hurt at all? Now?”

“Not really.” He went to bend and flex the fingers of his right hand, and you saw how the fifth finger didn’t curl up as much as the others. “It’s just a lot stiffer. Doesn’t bother me all that much.”

He brought his left hand up and wiggled the fingers on that hand. “Besides, I’m a lefty anyway.”

“So—apologies if this sounds like a stupid question to you, I don’t know anything about hockey—are there like, different hockey sticks for left-handed and right-handed players?”

Sungchan immediately broke into snickers, and you set down your mug to cross your arms over your chest indignantly.

“Hey, I didn’t laugh at you for not knowing what death of the author was—”

“I wasn’t making fun of you, I’m sorry,” he covered his mouth. “That was just… too cute. Uhm yes, there are lefty and righty sticks.”

You had to bite down your bottom lip to not smile at him calling you cute, and instead keep up your ruse of being offended. “I feel patronized.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” There was still a hint of a giggle in his tone, and you felt your self-righteous façade slip away as he continued, “You should come to a game, then, if you really want to broaden your horizons. The season just started. First home game is this Thursday, actually. 7:00 p.m. and students get free admission with your student ID.”

“Thursday?”

“Fridays are for basketball, Saturdays are for football.”

“Oh. Right.”

“You don’t go to those games either, do you?”

“Oh no, did I make it obvious?” You asked sarcastically.

“A bit,” Sungchan jested back.

Outside the window visible past Sungchan, the rain had let up a few minutes ago, and you briefly glanced over at your laptop for the time. Shit, your next alarm was going to be going off soon. If you left now, you should be home at roughly the right time for your next dose.

Clicking your tongue, you started packing up your things, “Well, looks like the rain’s finally let up enough to allow me safe passage. That’s my cue.”

“Oh.” The hockey player with you looked over his shoulder at the newly sunny day outside before turning back to watch you put your things away.

“Are you heading out too?” You nodded to his empty cup.

“I’ve uh, got some homework to do.”

“Guess this is where we part ways then.”

“Um, you didn’t say if you were going. To the game.”

You tucked your chin to your chest to hide your smitten smile as you put your laptop in your bag. Typically just asking for the details would’ve been taken for a yes, but Sungchan wanted extra confirmation. This boy wasn’t good for your heart, truly.

Turning back to him, you gave him a firm and nearly business-like nod. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

A bright grin lit up his features. “Okay! Great! Uhm, feel free to bring some friends, I know just sitting in the stands by yourself might be lonely.”

“I’ll see if I can drag somebody else out. It’ll be a tall order, though. Literature majors, you know, we prefer our Shakesperean poetry readings.”

“Oh, well—”

“I’m kidding,” you laughed and stood then, slinging your tote onto your shoulder. “Honestly, have you seen Chenle at a rager? Boy can drink twice his body weight I swear. He shouldn’t, but he can.”

Before you could reach for your cup and saucer to buss your place, the hockey captain spoke up, “I’ll take care of your mug, don’t worry.”

“Oh, thanks, Sungchan! I’ll see you Thursday then.”

“Bye…” Sungchan trailed off, watching the door long after it had closed behind you.

He didn’t actually have any homework to do, and scrolled on his phone for a few minutes to make sure you were out of the area before leaving himself. He grabbed his long-empty plastic cup and your mug. His went in the trash, and as he went to put yours up with the other dishes and trays, his eyes were caught by the iridescent glitters left behind on the rim by your lip gloss.

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subliminalbo · 6 months

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Hypnovember Day 3: A Legacy of Slaves

It was rare that Mina Carpenter got involved in matters of school admissions, but even immortals had to stop feasting to salvage an important business relationship from time to time.

The relationship in question was with the Hewitts, a family name so established in Romero that it was almost as old and recognizable as the Carpenters themselves. Hewitt Supercenters (formerly Hewitt Grocery, and even before that Hewitt Five and Dime) were Carpenter State's largest private donor, even owning twenty percent of the land that the school sat on. It was a fruitful partnership that Mina had brokered long before R.J. Hewitt, the current nepo-CEO of the family business, was part of the picture. Now he threatened to fuck the whole thing up.

The news came up from Dean Pierce: Callie Hewitt had accepted a scholarship from Oregon. Fucking Oregon?

Three generations of Hewitts had gotten their undergraduates from Carpenter State University. Their continued attendance was essential in the Carpenter-Hewitt family union that had formed the bedrock of modern Carpenter State. R.J. was making some kind of statement by sending her somewhere else. It was clear Mina would have to take matters into her own hands.

For what it was worth, it was Carmilla Hewitt, R.J.'s wife, who pushed for Oregon. Callie's boyfriend had already signed a letter of intent to play collegiate football there, and Carmilla saw it as a great opportunity to begin cutting ties from "that creepy Carpenter family."

She was silent for most of the ride to campus, only speaking up to voice her displeasure about the visit. "She's already made up her mind, and I think they should respect that."

"I know, hon," R.J. said. "But it's just a courtesy. They'll roll out the red carpet for Cal, throw in the kitchen sink, and we'll listen to Mina's final pitch. But I'll tell her how it is and she'll have to understand. I'm not budging on this."

Carmilla rolled her eyes. R.J. was always his weakest when trying to act strong.

"But why are we even going?" Carmilla asked. "You're giving her an opening. We've already made it clear what Callie wants to do."

"The Carpenters have been good to my family, Carm. We at least owe this to them."

"Don't worry, mom," Callie spoke up from the back seat. "It's my choice and I'm not changing it."

R.J. was right about the kitchen sink. When they arrived to campus they were greeted by a large party of VIP admin, including Dean Pierce. He introduced himself to Callie, apologizing for missing her on her first visit, then shared some friendly words with R.J. Though Carmilla stayed by R.J.'s side for the greeting party, she kept her arms crossed in defiance, offering only a sneer in return to Pierce.

When all the pleasantries were out of the way, Dean Pierce introduced Callie to Mina's assistant, Teresa. She said that she would be showing Callie around campus while her parents met with Mina, and the two groups split off from there.

Carmilla carried her attitude to the Carpenter estate. The large stone mansion stood at the heart of campus and was the oldest building in Romero. The large property was surrounded by a massive steal gate that made it look like a location ripped from gothic horror. Carmilla rolled her eyes at R.J.'s admission that the estate was indeed as impressive as his father always said it was.

"That's the point," Carmilla said. "You're supposed to be impressed."

Carmilla was surprised to find no help inside the large mansion. They were greeted in the foyer by Mina herself in a sharp suit. She was tall, with piercing brown eyes. She stood nearly a foot above Carmilla.

"Come on in," Mina smiled.

The Hewitts followed Mina into the mansion and she began a brief tour of the house, taking them through the long history of the Carpenter family in Romero. After a look at the foyer and the dining rooms, Carmilla finally interrupted.

"With all due respect, Ms. Carpenter, we didn't drive from Stoker for a history lesson."

R.J. laughed, putting his hands on his wife's shoulders as he said, "Of course we're grateful for your time."

Mina's smirk reminded him of Carmilla's.

The tour continued through the kitchen and into the study, Carmilla and Mina trading jabs back in forth as R.J. tried desperately to keep the peace with friendly little chuckles. When they entered a section of the study Mina called the "history room," she pulled R.J. aside to show off his father's lacrosse trophy, leaving Carmilla behind to admire the old artifacts of Carpenter State past: a copy of the university's charter, robes worn at the school's first graduation, a pennant commemorating CSU football's 1952 divisional championship. But one thing in particular stood out to her: a framed newspaper from 1912. The headline read: CARPENTER FAMILY BREAKS GROUND ON ROMERO UNIVERSITY.

Pictured in the photo was a young Alabaster Carpenter, founder of the university, driving a shovel into the dirt. Next to him was a young woman standing respectfully prim, hands crossed low over her stomach. She was dressed in a conservative sort of gown with that stern expression you see in old photographs, but the face was unmistakable.

"Mina?" Carmilla whispered.

"Yes?"

Carmilla spun around to find Mina creeping up behind her. She hated herself for yelping.

"Your husband's waiting for you in the drawing room," Mina said. "There's wine and cheese."

"Okay," Carmilla said, recovering her proud demeanor. "You lead the way."

But Mina didn't move. Instead, she blocked Carmilla's path, tilting her head to the side as if to study the smaller woman.

Finally Mina said, "You're the brains of the family, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" Carmilla replied.

Mina's hand shot up, her grip tight around Carmilla's throat. She pushed Carmilla back into the wall, the picture frame cracking behind Carmilla's head. Carmilla brought her hands up to Mina's wrists, but she couldn't wrestle her way out of the woman's grip.

"Look at me," Mina commanded. And through the tears, Carmilla saw two glowing eyes staring back at her. Searing, orange eyes that bathed her in a warmth that washed away every doubt, every fear. This wasn't an assault. It was a baptism.

Mina's hands loosened around Carmilla's neck, but the Carmilla didn't fight back. Her hands fell to her sides. Mina took the chance to admire her: uncommonly youthful for a mortal's age, an absolutely stunning body that defied time. Mina wanted her, Mina needed her.

She leaned in, their lips inches apart, and she whispered, "One last thing to make you mine."

When their lips touched, it felt to Carmilla as if those eyes were burning their way into her soul.

R.J. was texting his wife when she entered the drawing room with Mina. He smiled but she offered no response back, just shuffling her way into the room and plopping down onto the sofa next to him.

"Looks like she was more interested in history than she thought," Mina laughed. "Now what were we talking about, Mr. Hewitt?"

"I was saying," R.J. started, stammering for a moment as he glanced at his wife, who had begun panting heavily. "I was saying...we agree that it's Callie's decision where she goes to college and that's just..."

When R.J. turned back to Mina he found her stripping out of her suit, her angelic skin covered only by a pair of lingerie.

"Good lord,," R.J. breathed. "What are you...?"

A loud moan cut through the room.

Next to R.J., Carmilla was sinking low into the chair, eyes rolling back. She'd pulled her large breasts free from her tight dress and massaged them. She moaned long, heavy moans that R.J. had never heard before.

"Relax, R.J.," Mina whispered softly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch and reaching down to undo the buckle on R.J.'s belt. He was already hard when his cock came free. She took it into her hand and began to pump. "This is how I do business."

"I don't...I don't understand..." R.J. moaned.

"You don't have to," Mina said. "I know Carmilla's the brains of the family, and look at her now. She's just a bitch in heat."

Carmilla released a sharp gasp. "Yes!" she cried. "I'm just...I'm just a dumb bitch in heat, Mistress!"

"Don't you just want to fuck her, R.J.?"

R.J. nodded hungrily.

"You have to ask permission first," Mina commanded.

"May...may I fuck my wife, Mistress?"

"Hmm... I think I'll fuck her for you. I'll be nice and let you watch. Just like your dad watched when I would take your mom. But your grandmother was my favorite. She was the very first soul I ever claimed. See, R.J., I have this way with people. Once I'm inside of them, I never leave. Carmilla is mine now forever, and if she couldn't resist me, how could you?"

"It's true..." Carmilla panted, turning to her husband to reveal empty, white eyes. "I've given my soul to my Mistress to serve as her thrall in this life and every life after...it's your legacy, R.J. Submit with me, darling."

Mina's orange eyes glowed brighter as R.J. came, long ropes spilling out onto the couch. She was annoyed by the mess, but it felt so fucking good to feed. R.J. slumped backward onto the couch, his white eyes signifying his total surrender to her.

She left him there to move over to the real prize, Carmilla. It had been over a hundred years since Mina had any interest in a man, but powerful women? That was her kink.

Standing before Carmilla, Mina slid her panties down her legs. Carmilla licked her lips at the sight of her Mistress' pussy, but Mina held her finger up to stop her.

"Business first," Mina said. "Callie goes to Carpenter State.."

Callie's education was so far from Carmilla's mind now. She blinked, her eyes shining as white as her husband's, and she nodded hungrily, "Anything for my Mistress."

"Perfect," Mina said. Then she took Carmilla by the back of the head and buried her face into her pussy.

#hypnokink #hypnovember #mind control #brainwashed #oc: mina carpenter #hypno story

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2goldensnitches · 10 months

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Started reading the secret history and for the life of me it only makes the confusion around the whole “dark academia aesthetic” even murkier, but surprisingly clearer at the same time. Because reading the book doesn’t give any indication of the university as a hallowed space inasmuch as it’s mostly projecting a fantasy (which all internet aesthetics do tbh)—the characters themselves don’t really care much for the university itself because they’re all self-absorbed assholes (the allusion to the great gatsby in the book isn’t coincidental) whose egos revolve around their exclusive little club/class/clique and the way they discuss the classics and ancient languages mostly serve as their inner monologues, navel gazing with big words. There’s no such thing as the pursuit of knowledge for the sake of knowledge. Hampden college has seasonal changes in its trees but its dorms are shitty and dusty and students there still throw loud crap parties to get drunk and do drugs.

I think, via analysing this book’s hype, dark academia should just admit it is less the thirst for knowledge and more just yearning for the fantasy of an elegant collegiate experience in gothic revival campuses while wearing tweed and somehow being a perfect student with flawless notes instead of uhhhhh the reality of all nighters with shitty ramen and throwing on your dirty clothes from the bottom of the hamper because you have a 7 am test and the drive to uni takes like an hour because of traffic and also the workload is crushing your soul ahahaha

#for the record I’m really liking it so far so no shade to it #but also very funny considering Donna Tartt apparently went to school with Brett Easton Ellis and they did drugs together or w/e #the secret history

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simshousewindsor · 11 months

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BUCKINGSIMSHIRE, Windenburg (SNN) - King George I leaves Buckingsim Palace for the final time as Lara Memorial shines bright. The Lara Memorial, a monument to Queen Lara-Leigh, is immediately before the gates of the Palace, at the western end.

Accompanied by his family, King George’s coffin moved past the Lara Memorial, down the Mall and through to Westsimster Hall to lie in state.

Queen Katherine I walked behind her father’s coffin flanked by her husband, the Duke of Brindleton Bay, her uncle the Duke of Kent, and her sister the Countess of Boykins.

Behind them is the Minister of Defense, Private Secretary to the sovereign, the Duke of Hastings and the Earl of Boykins. The last two rows are additional members of His Majesty’s staff.

The Mall became the grand approach to Buckingsim Palace when the palace became the official royal residence of King Edward I in 1860.

Thousands of mourners lined the Mall, starting at 5:00 AM, to pay their respects as the King begins his final journey down the Mall.

The Mall stretches a quarter mile and ends on the eastern end, at Memorial Arch.

The route for the procession will then take in Platz Plaza, where the Memorial Arch will be saluted.

Memorial Arch was built in 1834 on the tri-point of three cities (Buckingsimshire, Easton, and Westsimster), at the bequest of Albert II. It is the central focus for the Remembrance Day ceremony and commemoration events marking the end of the Great War of 1784 led by Albert I.

The procession will continue to Westsimster Hall where the King’s coffin will lie in state for three days before being carried to Westsimster Abbey for the state funeral.

Westsimster Hall is part of the Palace of Windsor, where the Houses of Parliament are located. Westminster Abbey is the abbey church of Westsimster and isn't part of the Palace of Windsor or of the Houses of Parliament.

Westsimster Abbey, formally titled the Collegiate Church of Saint Albert at Windenburg, is a large, mainly Gothic abbey church. It is one of the most notable religious buildings and the traditional place of Coronations, baptisms, weddings, and funerals for members of the royal family. It is also a burial site for many members of the Windenburg Royal Family.

Images captured from above show the King’s coffin entering the Hall where the Queen Mother and other royal family members awaited.

Queen Katherine saluted King George’s coffin as it was carried into Westsimster Hall.

The Imperial State Crown, a symbol of the sovereign’s power, shined brightly on top the coffin, along with a wreath from the widowed Queen Mother.

Once inside Westsimster Hall, the King's coffin was placed on a catafalque, allowing members of the public to pay their respects.

The widowed Queen Mother joined Queen Katherine and Prince Rainier inside the hall as the transfer of the guards ceremony began.

Standing behind them are the Earl and Countess of Boykins, the Duke and Duchess of Kent, and the Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

The Earl and Countess of St Peters along with his sister, Princess Anna of Kent, were to the side with other members of the royal family. From L to R, in the second row stood Jonathan Windsor, son of the Duke of Hastings and heir to the dukedom, and Lord James Carmichael and his husband. In the third row is Lord Carmichaels son, Benjamin, standing beside the daughter of the Duke of Hastings, Joan.

Opposite the royal family are members of Parliament including the Prime Minister, Minister of Foreign Trade, Minister of the Interior, Minister of State, Minister of Defense, Minister of Treasury and the Minister of Health.

To the left side of Parliament are members of the House of Lords, including the House of Lords Majority Leader and the House of Commons Minority Leader.

The Choir of Westsimster Abbey sang “Jesus, the very thought of thee’, a request of the late King George.

The Archbishop of Colinsbury ended by reciting “The Blessing”.

“Unto Gods gracious mercy and protection, we commit you. The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon you and give you peace.”

“And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit be among you always. Amen.”

That concluded the service of welcoming His Majesty King George I to Westsimster Hall.

The officers then move to take up guard over His Majesty’s coffin in the Transferring Ceremony.

The transferring of the guard ceremony has been done for every monarch since Edward I.

The officers take up guard around the catafalque, ending the ceremony as the royal family officially hands him over to the nation and depart the Hall.

The officers are joined by the Shymon Warders of His Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress the Tower of Easton, and Members of the Sovereign's Body Guard of the Shymon Guard Extraordinary, popularly known as the Beefeaters.

Beefeaters are ceremonial guardians of the Tower of Easton. In principle they are responsible for looking after any prisoners in the Tower and safeguarding the Windenburg crown jewels. They have also conducted guided tours of the Tower since the Edwardian era.

Final members of the royal family leave the abbey before members of the public will be allowed to come through and pay their respects in a line that already stretches for miles.

Several senior members of the royal family will take part in a walkabout at the palace tomorrow while Queen Katherine is scheduled to visit Brindleton Bay.

Queen Katherine and the royal family then returned to Buckingsim Palace.

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gothic-architecture · 6 months

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Lund University Library, Scania, Sweden

(Kasper Vang Hansen)

#gothic #gothic architecture #brick gothic #collegiate gothic #gothic revival #neo gothic #lund #scania #skåne #sweden #sverige #autumn #fall #scandinavia

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gothprentiss · 7 months

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real loss is my total immunity-- nay, revulsion-- to any of that like studyblr dark academia shit. i would love to be camped out in a grim corner of a collegiate gothic library putting on airs about it

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rabbitcruiser · 7 months

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Solsona Cathedral, Spain (No. 5)

The cathedral is the main church of the bishopric. This cathedral complex not only stands out for its religious significance but also for its artistic-cultural interest.

The collegiate church of Santa María de Solsona was one of the outstanding canonical churches in Catalonia. From the primitive Romanesque church (1070-1163) the three apses, the bell tower, the cloister, the cellar and the dining room of the canons, current "room of the Holy Martyrs", are still preserved. The current cathedral is Gothic, begun in the late thirteenth century and completed in the seventeenth century. To the left of the transept is the chapel of Mercè, with a baroque altarpiece. On the right, there is the chapel where the image of the Virgen del Claustre (patron saint of the city), from the twelfth century, is venerated, cataloged as one of the most important sculptures of Catalan Romanesque.

The outer door of the Church Square is neoclassical (1780) with a relief of St. Augustine in ecstasy. The façade of the Palace Square is Baroque and contains a relief of the Assumption (1769). In this same square is the Episcopal Palace.

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qqueenofhades · 1 year

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Don’t answer this is it’s too personal, but can I ask what history degrees you have, and how long (and how hard) they were? I’m currently a high school senior with absolutely no clue what I want to pursue in college, though I’ve always found history absolutely fascinating and I have no idea if that’s the thing for me (frankly, I don’t think I have the genuine patience for it) but a history minor, I think, would be really fun, and you’re saying that you’ve gotten jobs for it, and you’re incredibly smart, so. Thank you so much!!

Aha. I have three degrees (bachelor's, master’s, doctorate) and they took me 10+ years, $60k+ of student debt (which is not as bad as some others, but still not inconsiderable) and a lot, A LOT, of stress, effort, and total brokeness, money-wise. The PhD, which took me four years, is still the hardest thing I have ever done, and it is absolutely not something to do unless you really, REALLY want to. And yes, I have (as in the last few days) finally been offered a full-time university job that is relevant to my previous experience and qualifications, but still not as a permanent faculty member in my field of specialty. That might still come eventually, but I have been open over the last few years about how hard and soul-crushing that process was, how terrible the academic job market is, and how this isn't something you should do or commit to lightly.

Of course, if you only want to minor in history and don't necessarily plan to make it a career, that is much simpler and indeed is something that I think you should absolutely do. I think learning at least some history should be a necessity for everyone, and it develops overall critical thinking and research skills, such as analysis, writing, critical comparison, close-reading, source work, etc etc, that are easily transferable to other academic contexts and life in general. So yes, I think that would be a good choice and something I would support doing. I just do think that a lot of people outside academia either have an excessively negative image of it, where it is all crusty old white men gatekeeping all the time, or an excessively positive image where it is a romantic job on some ivy-clad collegiate gothic campus and you'll probably have magical adventures. And I love me academia-based fantasy as much as anyone, but yeah, that is definitely not what it is like, and it bears thinking about in terms of what you want to do and how you want to go on with it. This is a direct result of my The Humanities Have Been Deliberately Destroyed By Late Stage Capitalism rant, that I won't go through again here, but yeah. It is HARD, and if not for great support of family and friends, I might not have been able to even finish my doctorate degree, much less be able to search for a university job for 2+ years in the middle of a pandemic and economic crash (I did NOT make it easy on myself).

Anyway: the work is worth doing and worth doing well, and I think a history minor at least is a good idea, even if you want to just see what it is like and whether you want to keep going. I just want to make sure you do, indeed, know what you are getting into.

#anonymous #ask #history #school stuff

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savethelifeofmychild · 10 months

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im still reading these violent delights it is a good book i am still definitely enjoying it but my one issue is..what is the point of them being 16. they are freshman in college but they both happened to skip two grades idk if it was different in 1972 but ive only met one person in my scholastic life that ever skipped a grade legitimately.. usually its a birthday thing when youre in preschool or whatever i dont know i just think its silly. i spose its just to put more emphasis on their immaturity but it still seems funny cause an 18 year old really is not too mature either. or wait i guess if they were 18 theyd be able to function more as adults so making them 16 keeps them children technically and financially dependent on their parents. and then you get to keep your gothic collegiate setting and have your characters come from different states and backgrounds. but damn youre the author its not like you dont have control of these things. why are they 16 is what im saying. i think its lame

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charlesreeza · 2 years

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The Basilique Saint-Urbain de Troyes is a classic example of late 13th century French Gothic architecture. The perforated gables with sharp points, narrow buttresses with many pinnacles, and openwork flying buttresses combine to create a visually complex exterior. It has a wonderful collection of gargoyles I featured in previous posts here and here.

There is a great story about its construction that provides some insight into the Catholic church at the time. In 1262 it was endowed as a collegiate church by Pope Urban IV in honor of his patron saint. A collegiate church is under the jurisdiction of the Pope, not the local diocese. The nearby nuns’ Abbey of Notre Dame aux Nonnains was led by a woman named Ode de Pougy, a well-connected and privileged person in Troyes. She saw the new church as a serious threat to her power.

When the unfinished church was about to be consecrated in 1266, the abbess sent a gang to the site to destroy as much as possible. Doors were broken off, the high altar and capitals broken, the columns vandalized, and the carpenters' tools and materials confiscated. New doors were installed, which were also broken and removed soon after. A few months later a suspicious fire broke out that destroyed the wooden parts of the walls and the roof.

In 1268, Pope Clement IV sent an archbishop to consecrate the church and the nearby cemetery. Ode de Pougy hired armed men to prevent the archbishop from blessing the cemetery. The angry abbess then went to the church with her nuns, household staff and twenty-eight devoted followers and violently disrupted the archbishop’s attempt to consecrate the church. They drove him out of the church and into the road. When the Pope heard of the scandal, he launched an investigation, and in March of 1269 he excommunicated Ode de Pougy and several associates who had assisted her.

One hardly ever hears a story about a gang of territorial nuns vandalizing a church. I treasure this.

Photos by Charles Reeza

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