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sad--tree · 6 months
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keep saying i don't want 2 work another retail xmas but canNOT 4 the life of me make myself finish my goddamn fucking job applications !!!!!! death & dying & despair etc. etc.
#i dont dislike the application process for gc jobs on principle BUT#it does not mesh well w/ my difficulties re: starting & finishing tasks#but like i understand why u cant just send in a resume n hit done#NOT that there are many IT listings up atm...... and ill apply 4 clerical/admin stuff too#but an IT-1 STARTS a good $10k a year higher than a CR-5 soooooo :///#which is whatever its fine money isnt everything!! ill gladly make less if it means not hating my job!!!#but i also wanna. u know. LIVE. move out of my parents house. buy brand name snacks occasionally. maybe -gasp- go on a vacation#(not 2 say i dont make an attempt at travel now but thats with very finite savings that are def only going down not up)#also extremely frustrating 2 me the emphasis put on having a degree that completely locks me out of certain job categories#like. yes. there are for sure some where having the bg knowledge is important eg. an AU (auditor/accountant) or MA (methodologist)#and there are certain skills a degree (in theory) provides eg critical thinking research etc.#but not all of us have $40k+ to get tge fancy piece of paper saying we have those things. and u can have those skills w/o a degree#and smth like an EC which needs a degree in economics sociology or statistics is so arbitrary#and maybe not necessarily actually based in the majority of work done by the majority of positions in that category#ANYWAYS not me being bitter abt education standards YET AGAIN lol#idek if i could go to uni even if i could afford it. even tho i have 2 college diplomas id probably have 2 redo my grade 12 english 😶‍🌫️#also if money were no object id probably go for like. film studies or smth lol not sociology#tho. ngl. if i had the willpower and determination 4 smth so rigorous (i 100% dont) accounting does seem. interesting asdffhkkfdghh#ANYWAYS pt. 2 all this 2 say this is why i instead spent $10k+ on the only possible 2 yr diploma#that can still get u in2 the higher paying public service jobs. even tho ive discovered i Dont Particularly Care for programming. :(#thats an understatement actually i was actively in hell for like 80% of that program and the remaining 20% mostly wasnt coding
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bigbadjelly · 9 months
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Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long
E42!Miles x reader
2.9k wrds
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COLLEGE AU 💜You meet Miles during the summer break between freshman and sophomore year of college, and during the year you start developing feelings for him.
warnings: language, suggestive, drinking, oblivious reader
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He met you in a club, dancing like you were looking for somebody. Miles couldn’t help but give in once you made eye contact.
Dancing with you made him feel intoxicated, your smile made him borderline dizzy. Once the song ended he walked you to the bar.
“You’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said to you.
“Thanks. You too.”
You internally slapped yourself. He laughed, covering his smile. Shit. This guy was Micheal B Jordan level handsome. The purple bar lighting made his dark skin glow. It accentuated his muscles peaking from his jacket.
You sipped on your drink, feeling the substance warm your chest.
“Whatchu doin after this?”
You.
“Nothin ma, you tryna come over?”
A smile was your answer. You swayed next to him while waiting for the uber. You definitely drank more than you thought.
Miles took notice, holding your hand and bringing your back to his chest. He leaned down to whisper in your ear:
“Lean on me, mami”
You fell asleep on his shoulder on the drive to his place. He picked you up and carried you inside, laying you on his bed before sleeping on the couch.
You woke up in his bed to him making breakfast. He was playing a record: New Amerykah Part Two by Erykah Badu. It was a special edition with a purple record.
Immediately you geeked out, singing along in your smudged makeup and wrinkled dress, in the apartment of a man you’d known for less than 18 hours, chatting about the greatest neo-soul artist of all time.
“You like plantains, ma?”
“Obviamente.”
It was a fast friendship.
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“Friendship.”
It’s been months. Miles has either lost his game, or you are severely ignorant. How could he be friends with a beautiful girl that listened to the same music as him?
When he found out you both attended the same university, he invited you to a study date. Clearly he didn’t emphasize the ‘date’ part enough.
Here you were, on his couch in your pajama pants and one of Mile’s shirts, looking beautiful; talking about a cute guy you saw at the Taco Bell drive through.
You looked up from your laptop to see his deadpan expression.
“What’s the stank face for?”
“I dunno, (Y/N). What you talkin’ about other guys for?”
“Who else am I gonna tell?”
He kissed his teeth and looked back down at his work. You were used to it. Miles was a touch and go kind of guy, you could never really tell how he’d react.
Sometimes you would think you barely knew him. He was sweet around you, but most other people seemed to steer away. He was rarely without a bruise or two or a scratch. You wondered where he got them.
You still liked him. Every time you hung out with him you cursed yourself for not making a move the first night he brought you over. But since he never pulled anything like that, you figured your attraction was unrequited.
(You were wrong, by the way)
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You and Miles shared a Sociology class, and after a tough final exam you really wanted to surprise him with something nice.
You tried to think of foods he liked, but it was difficult. Anytime you hung out together he always insisted on getting whatever you wanted.
Close to giving up, you texted his old high school roommate you remembered meeting at a party Miles brought you to a while back.
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YOU: GANKE!! THIS IS URGENT!!
YOU: what is miles favorite food 🙏🏼
GANKE: who is tjis
YOU: 😒
YOU: y/n
GANKE: oh shit!
GANKE: miles gf
GANKE: idk probably tostones
YOU: awesome thanks
YOU: also we’re not dating
GANKE: …
GANKE: sure
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Tostones were easy enough. After getting ingredients and frying them, you put them in a lunchbox with some guacamole.
As an afterthought you grabbed some Coronas and some limes and left your dorm to catch the bus to Mile’s apartment.
On the way over you were deep in thought. You met Miles last summer, and you had been friends for close to a year.
You were always sleeping at his place, studying with him, eating with him, partying with him. You knew his family. He knew yours.
He wasn’t your best-friend. Because what you felt definitely wasn’t friendly. It was hungry. You ached for him. You wore his clothes for gods sake.
Shoving the baggage out of your mind, the bus came to a stop a block away from his building.
You knocked once.
Twice.
Three times?
Okay. So maybe he went somewhere else after taking the test. But he did say he was going home…
In your mind you weigh using the key he gave to to unlock his front door and let yourself in vs. being a normal person and giving up.
A soft thud from inside shifts your decision to the latter. You enter the apartment quietly, setting your bags and shoes on the floor before entering the living room.
It was an eery type of quiet. You heard wind flowing through an open window in another room down the hallway. A low groan, and another soft thump.
“Miles?”
The shuffling coming from the other room came to a dead stop. You made your way down to Mile’s room, turning and—
“¡Díos mío!”
You ran to a slumped Miles, covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely. You touched a hand to his face, and he inhaled sharply, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
“Hola mami,”
“Are you fucking serious Morales? ¿Qué pasó?”
“Eso no es mi culpa,”
He let out a laugh that turned into a shallow cough. Your throat tightened, and you felt your eyes turn shiny.
Okay. Focus. First Aid.
“Miles. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”
“De…Debajo de la cama,” He strained.
You opened it to find most of the supplies depleted. With paper towels and clean water from the kitchen you dabbed at his face, frowning at his pained expression.
Being this close to his face should have had you rejoicing. You ran your hands along every curve of his head, your thumb swiping his bruised lip.
There was a larger cut near his scalp you were being especially careful of. Embarrassed, but determined, you stood on your knees with his legs tucked between yours, and his head leaned towards your chest as you cleaned and applied ointment to his scalp. A few butterfly bandaids finished the job.
“Done.”
He suddenly lifted his face to meet yours, and you fell back, your butt landing on his thighs as his hands reached up to catch your hips. He was impossibly close, maybe three centimeters was between your noses. You could see his speckled brown irises, a million shades of beautiful. You were breathing heavy. He moved closer, his eyelashes brushing yours as he looked down at your lips and
“I—um. I brought you tostones. and beer,”
The trance broke. His eyes met yours and he broke out in a grin that had you blushing all the way to your toes. You scrambled off of him and apologized for if you hurt him.
“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,”
Miles used the window to pull himself up, straining as he did so. you wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the living room. After he was sat on the couch, you went to get the (now cold) tostones.
As you handed him a beer your hands brushed and he gave you the same look as earlier when you were on top of him.
Shit— was he going to kiss you then? Did you ruin it? You drank half your beer quickly, drowning the thought.
“Aye, you good ma?”
Misreading, Miles kicked himself for letting you find him like this. He thought you were drinking over his injuries.
Grabbing your empty hand, he held it, and looked at you all serious.
“Baby I want you to know that I trust you. And I know you aren’t some moral saint but I gotta let you know something about me that isn’t lawful,”
He was tipsy. You were tipsy. Miles felt his truth flowing from him to you, intoxicating him further. It was just like that first night. He had wanted to kiss you so bad, to do more than that. But you were drunk. Shit, he was drunk too.
He closed his eyes, breathing. Feeling your hand in his, small and un-calloused against his rough skin.
“Y/n. I’m the Prowler,”
Opening his eyes to see your reaction, he was caught off guard by your wide grin.
“…Yknow I could be emo and shit, Morales, and tell you that our relationship is over because you’re some type of vigilante,”
Your words slurred, your eyelids low. You said relationship instead of friendship on purpose. Feeling him hanging off of your words, you kept it slow.
“But…”
You bring both hands to his cut up, bandaged, and tipsy face.
“I know you’re a good person. People gotta do shit they don’t wanna do. I know you worry about your mama and how she’s living—“
You sigh.
“Miles I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how it is. My family survived by doing some illegal shit. I’m not gonna lie and say I love what you’re doing but please don’t d—“
You don’t know when you started crying. Miles wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. With your face in his neck and hand twisted in his shirt you cry. Embarrassing and ugly, heaves wracking your chest.
“Please don’t die on me, Miles,”
You feel his body shaking, and pull back thinking he’s laughing at you. He’s not. Miles G Morales is crying.
“Oh jevo—“
You don’t think about how easily the name slips from your lips. You pull him into you. His cheek on your chest as he shakes and holds onto you like a life raft.
He falls asleep like that. You, with your back against the cushions, him slotted between your legs with his head on your chest.
Mile’s weight and even breathing puts your to sleep, your fingers caressing the curls at the nape of his neck.
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“Hey, Y/n, I love…” Too much.
“What’s up Y/n, are you free later?” Nah, that shit didn’t work last time…
“Do you want to go on a real date sometime Y/n?” Fuck.
Miles drags his hand down his face with a groan. You really have him whipped, cause he’s been standing in front of the mirror for half an hour talking to himself.
A week ago when he’d told you he was the prowler he thought that was progress towards a more… romantic type of relationship.
Almost like he was giving you the amount of trust he needed for this to really work out. Jesus, he needed to man up.
Why is killing people so much easier than asking out the girl you like?
It was almost concerning how easily you accepted him. You were too good for him. You were everything good.
The way you smelled, the way you walked, the way you got along with his mom, the way you always—
*knock knock*
Showed up at the right time.
Miles walked over to the window next to the fire escape and unlocked it. As soon as it was open, you launched yourself at him.
“Hey—hey ma chill!” He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, arms wrapping around you.
You stared up at him, chin on his chest. After getting off work, you decided to head right over to Mile’s and spill all your feelings.
Your favorite coworker had recently asked out her now boyfriend, and it inspired you to be bold. But…
Now that you were here and wrapped around him, it felt less easy.
“What’s on your mind N/n?” Miles asked, guiding you to sit next to him on his bed.
“Um… I just got off work and wanted to… I dunno. See you, I guess. Sorry. I sound dumb and I definitely smell like frying oil.”
He grinned at you, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.
“How about you shower, mami? You got clothes here. I don’t gotta see Unc until 9.”
You nodded, getting up and turning to hide your dumb smile. Why was he so romantic and handsome? Someone needed to detain you before you jumped his ass.
You walked into the living room in a towel. Miles laid back on the couch watching soccer.
“Hey, Morales, can you tell me where the—“
He turned to look at you, his eyes widening before slapping his hands over his eyes
“Aye mami where yo clothes at!” He shouted turning away from you.
“You never seen a girl naked before Morales?” You quipped.
Usually he would have a response but he seemed almost shy. Weird.
“I put your clothes in the dryer. It’s your nike shorts and that Aaliyah shirt you stole from Ma”
“Cool. Thanks.”
When you arrive back in the living room properly dressed Miles lets out a sigh of relief.
Something in him felt guilty for relishing the glance he caught of you with water droplets still clinging to your skin, and towel stopping at the top of your thighs.
“Do you have a blow dryer?” Your words knock him out of his trance.
“Yeah. Follow me, it’s in the bathroom.”
Miles plugs it into the wall, and you feel a pang in your chest.
“Did your girlfriend leave this here Morales?”
Miles laughs.
“I dunno, did you?” He replies.
That shut you up real quick.
He grabs a boar hair brush and blow drys your wet curls straight section by section. He’s gentle, a soft smile resting on his face as he works.
As he moves to unplug the blow dryer you turn around, facing him with your back against the bathroom counter.
Once again, your find your faces close, his hovering above you now that you’re both standing.
“You got to stop playing with me Miles, or I’m gonna think you’re serious”
“About what, ma?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know I like you and you still—“
“I didn’t know that.” He says softly, breath catching in his throat.
“I didn’t know you liked me.” His hand found your cheek, stroking the soft skin.
“Well..” You say, your voice shaking. “Now you do. So—“
His lips catch yours suddenly, and you gasp into the kiss before leaning into him. Your arms stretch up to wrap around his neck, burying him in your lips.
His hands hold your face, tilting you to the side as his tongue pokes though your lips deepening the kiss. You moan at the action and his takes the opportunity to grab your thighs and set your butt on the counter behind you, putting your faces closer.
His hand finds your lower back and you arch into him as he kisses you dizzy. His lips are soft against yours, and he tastes delicious. His small whimpers send shivers down your spine.
He pulls away suddenly, his eyes lidded as he breathes heavily. His lips are shiny.
“Y/n, you wanna go on a real date sometime?”
“You have to say it first.”
“Say what?”
“I said it, so you have to say it. Say you like me, Morales” You cross your arms across your chest.
He chuckles, hands leaving your thighs to hang at his sides.
“I can’t do that,”
“Why not?” You frown.
“I don’t like you,” The fuck?
“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Miles moves closer to you, kissing you.
It’s softer this time. He pulls away and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, hitting him on the back. He leans back to look at you, tears welling in your eyes.
“Woah, woah, hey ma I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked like that-“
“I love you Miles Morales.”
His eyes widen and he laughs. You hit him in the shoulder, tears dripping down your face as you cry.
“Why *hick* are you laughing dickhead?!”
“Cause my girl being ridiculous and crying cause she loves me so much.”
“Your girl, huh?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, drying his hands on his shirt.
“Yeah. You’ve always been my girl. But now we can be kissing and shit”
“And shit?”
“What, you need an example, ma?” You squeal as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.
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Miles wakes up to his 8:30 alarm. The sky is dark. You shift next to him, still asleep. He kisses the top of your head and drags the blanket to your shoulders before getting out of bed to get his Prowler getup on.
He stands in the living room, twisting his mechanical glove onto his hand as he hears you shuffling into the room.
“Miles?” You rub sleep out of your eyes and look at the soft purple glow in the dark room. You’d never seen Miles in his Prowler suit in person. Only on the news.
“Hey ma. I gotta head out for a bit,”
You walk over to him quickly and wrap him in a hug, the cold metal of his claws rest on your back.
“Come back and be safe Morales. I’m not leaving until I see you come back through that window.”
“You got it ma.” He pecks your lips and closes the window, jumping from the fire escape. You sigh, walking back into Mile’s bedroom and tucking yourself alone under the covers.
Gone baby, don’t be long.
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first fic🤭 (on this tumblr) pls enjoy and ignore any errors because i am literally just a girl
i also have a 1610!Miles fic in the works. It’s getting long so part 1 may be coming soon. Love ya!
(Actually one last thing: “Debajo de la cama” is also a lyric in Lo Busqué by Ana Bárbara)
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hecksilver · 4 months
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What If: Jordan got rejected?
hello, i'm here once more, late at night with another story, yay :) i hope you guys enjoy, i'm using this to get a grip with my writing so feedbacks are welcome. also i'm open to requests & asks!
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It all started with Forensics.
The one class, other than Brink’s, that every single student in Crimefighting major wanted to attend.
Ministered by professor Clancy, it was focused on preparing students for a career in – as the major’s name itself already implied - crime fighting by means that when beyond just the use of brute force.
The studies spanned the fields of hero anthropology, superheroes bio-chemistry; biology of super abled bodies, chemistry of brains and bodies under the influence of Compound V, physics and psychology specialized in superheroes and sociology of a society with super powered people. It was a quite extensive coursework, it required perfect grades, above 75% class attendance percentage independent of the major (but let’s be real no one in fucking Performing Arts were trying to get into Forensics), GPA of 3.7 or above – professor Clancy was ridiculously strict about who’s taking her class –, and a previous knowledge of the basics of lifesaving techniques (which, curiously, wasn’t include in God U’s curriculum).
Anyone who managed to get a chair during this class was considered to be blessed. Those who were accepted in the course had with certainty guaranteed, at the very least, a B-rank city contract. Also, the sponsors really enjoyed pumping up the academics, it made them look good – no one wanted to be at the mercy of a hero that didn’t knew how to do fucking CPR.
And Jordan has been killing themselves for one of the very, very few vacant chairs.
Technically Clancy’s class was already at full by the standards of elective programs of God U, having filled all the 10 slots in three days – but, it seems that, professor Clancy had a new TA, who Jordan had heard off more than seen, who’ve convinced the woman to open more two positions.
And so a bunch of sophomores, juniors and seniors (and some stupid freshmen who really thought they could stand a chance) started to go fucking berserk on each other. From sabotaging each other’s applications forms to actually starting brawls in the middle of the halls, and even getting some people badly hurt just to show-off how well they could perform lifesaving.
It was fucking chaos, because of course it was.
Jordan wasn’t partaking in any of the violence and dirty mess, nah! Their act was all about subtly. They kept tabs on anyone who had already taken, or tried to take, Forensics with Clancy; making small talk, flirting, even fucking some hot piece of ass (this part wasn’t all that difficult), just so they’d know when the Intro to Forensics would be open – and they all said the same thing,
“Well, Clancy usually opens the application forms on the second week of the month, but her new TA’s the one making the calls now, so I don’t know…Anyway, can I get your number?”
And, fuck, that made everything ten times harder because Jordan had no damn clue who was Clancy’s TA. They heard her name, Maggie (or Molly, or Mary) something-something, or anything like that – they were pretty sure it had an ‘M’ in it, maybe two. But they didn’t catch her face anywhere so it was practically impossible to know, they looked for anyone with a similar name so they could sweet talk into giving him one of the two spots; but, it appears that, Clancy’s new TA was fucking Amish or some shit.
As far as they could guess at this point, this TA didn’t have a goddamn phone, or just couldn’t be social for shit.
Maybe their account was priv. But that would be simply really dumb considering one of the main points of God U’s was gaining social traction and nothing was better than Instagram and Tik Tok for that.
The running around was starting to piss them off. And it got worse when they found out, at their stop by Vought-a-Burger before their next class, that Luke had manage to get one of the vacant spots. His friend at least had the sense of looking sheepish when he broke the news – Brink had get him the spot, as a highly scouted hero and future prospect to the Seven, it was of high importance that Luke took all the classes that could help him get a better leverage until his departure to The Tower (also, it looked good on social media and in the interviews they get him to do).
So now there was only one spot.
Jordan was happy for their friend, they really were. But holy fuck! How unfair was that? And it seemed to be usual to this point. Since Brink had taken Jordan under his wing, making them his TA in their freshman year, helping them with sponsorships and brand deals and marketability, being more of a father figure to Jordan than their own dad, seeing the value in their powers, in their capability to learn, to thrive, to be the best of the best – however, since professor Brink had showed that he believed, truly believed, in Jordan one thing was always pretty clear, cut-and-dry: Jordan was the apple to Brink’s eyes…After Luke.
If Jordan was a shining star, Luke was the motherfucking sun. Untouchable, unreachable. Jordan would always the God U’s top 3, but they would also always be number 2.
And that fucking hurt. Why Brink didn’t help them? Why, didn’t Brink talked to Clancy’s about Jordan as well? If he valued them so much, why Luke always came first, why couldn’t the game be even?
Jordan manage to smile, nonetheless, and throw out a petty joke about how Luke was only there so people think he actually new CPR and he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in public – they laughed and that was it.
For the rest of the week Jordan worked hard. They didn’t took breaks, studied their ass off, was the first to came into Brink’s office and the last to leave, didn’t missed any class, and nailed all the exams, home-works, group projects, and essays.
Jordan was perfect and seemed like it would all pay-off when, in a morning they were just passing Brink’s schedule of the day, the man looked at him up and down.
“So, Jordan,” he said, resting back in his chair. “Luke told me you’re interest in taking Forensics as an elective program.”
“Oh, yes professor,” they nodded trying not too look so hopeful, or disappointed.
“There has been a lot of competition this semester,” he continued. “Clancy did good putting that girl there, she knows how the keep people on their toes.”
That girl. Clancy’s TA. Maggie (or Macy?).
“Here’s a tip,” Brink inclined himself forward and Jordan, without realizing, did the same. “Clancy might’ve mentioned the intention of opening the forms next Friday; you should keep an eye out.”
 Jordan smiled. So large and so bright the dimple in their face was threatening to just burst. “Thank you, professor. I’ll keep a watch.”
And so they did. Never before so excite about a Friday in their life, taking in a brutal amount of workload to keep their mind from worrying ahead of time, but it was almost impossible now that they had a clear shot of where to go.
And when Friday came Jordan was up, bright and early, with heavy bags under their eyes and a thick vein jutting out in their forehead as they turn their computer on, and logged in the God U student portal.
And there it was, in bold blue letters on his screen.
Intro to Forensics – Form Application [pending]
It was a typical class form with question about the Crimefighting major and previous knowledge in the aspects of Hero Ethics and Combat 101. Jordan finished in less than minutes before sending it.
Intro to Forensics – Form Application [finished]
Now they just had to wait.
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And wait they did. Trying not to let anxiety take over their body, this was one of the moments Jordan was thankful for Andre existing – and for him to be a huge nepo-baby with tons of cash.
The weekend passed like a blur, there was a kickback at some point in someone’s dorm – maybe Andre’s? Jordan didn’t actually remember. But the important thing was that there were enough drinking, popping pills, and snorting coke for Jordan to finally set their mind into something that wasn’t work. They ignored calls from their parents, let Brink emails pile themselves up in their inbox and just enjoyed the girl gurgling down their cock.
When Monday came they felt trashed.
There was a horrible taste in their mouth, hair was a mess, the clothes on their body weren’t theirs, someone vomited on their shoes (the fucking white Vans, fucking hell!) and headache, because obviously. They felt groggy and thirsty and when walking by the mess that was the residence hallway, they slipped in someone’s naked body and almost fell face first in some guy’s dick.
They checked the clock in their phone, 6:23 AM. They had time to go to their dorm and take a shower before going to Brink. There was barely anyone on campus yet, most students were sleeping or too deep down in an alcoholic coma, or and overdose, who could tell.
They only had half the mind to check the student portal for schedule update and…
“What the fuck?”
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They entered the Crimefighting building with more than just intention, Jordan was pissed off.
The headache was still there, hammering inside their head like a bitch and they’re hungry as hell, there was still that horrible taste in their mouths and going to the Forensics course floor was a detour that would probably eat their time to take a shower and fix their hair – but fuck that in the moment.
They took the stairs two at a time, ignoring every one until they reached the entrance of professor Clancy’s office. It wasn’t much different them Brink’s office foyer. If anything it looked a lot more clinical, with the light-colored walls and flooring, the painting in the walls were of weird-ass abstract art, and behind a desk very similar to their own, was who he assumed to be Clancy’s TA.
And holy fuck! She was hot. Like striking beautiful, the type that made them glance once and then double take to be sure what they’re seeing was actually real, and it was, gladly. Brown skin that looked very soft, well-set curves and a face was just stunning, with pretty features, big brown-doe eyes and plump lips that made them think how good they would feel. The type of girl that could drive them insane with just the right bat of her long eyelashes.
She didn’t look at them at first, too focused on whatever she was typing, so they measured her. She wasn’t that tall, but taller than their female form, she had some necklaces dangling by her lean throat (fuck, what could they do to that throat) and wore a dark-red tank top that showed up her arms and hugged the contour of her tits in a sinful way.
With their knuckles Jordan knocked her table; she glanced at him, her face completely unimpressed. She annoyingly pulled her earphones off and ran her eyes up and down Jordan’s figure, her glance stopping by the base of their neck before finding their face.
“Can I help...?”
“You’re Clancy’s TA, Maggie, right?”
“My name’s Marie.” Fuck. “If you want to talk with Professor Clancy you must make an appointment at the student attention office by sending an email. They're open from 10 a.m until 05 p.m. And 12:30 a.m until 03:00 p.m on weekends.” She said, quick and uninterested, going back to whatever she was doing before they showed up.
“Yeah, that’s not why I’m here,” she still wasn’t looking at the, scribbling something on the notebook by her side – even her writing was pretty. “There’s been a mistake, with my schedule.”
“Oh, really?”
Jordan raised their eyebrows. Sarcasm? Seriously?
“Yes,” they hissed. “I signed up for Clancy’s Intro to Forensics, but is nowhere on my schedule.”
Marie (their not going to forget that name) signed and looked at him, eyes so open and yet Jordan couldn’t take a guess for dear life about what could be going through her head.
“What’s you name?” Her voice was so stale, as if she was reading a script.
Jordan frowned. “Jordan Li…” she types swiftly on the keyboard, her hands are way to fucking pretty too like, damn. “I’m, like, rank number two.”
“Good for you, I guess,” Well, okay, fuck. It would be better if she just told them to fuck off already. “It seemed that you were rejected…” she meets their eyes. “Jordan Li, rank number two.”
“Sorry, what?” Jordan chuckled. “What do you mean? I sent the form as soon they’re open.”
Marie just wasn’t even pretending to pay attention, setting herself aloof. “We’re crowded. Professor Clancy’s class is much requested and the last two vacant spots have already been taken, so…Sorry.”
“Wait,” Jordan chimed, they didn’t want to lose their shit right now, and they already felt like shit. “This can’t be.”
Marie shrugged. “Better luck next time, I guess.”
“Who took the last chair?”
“I won’t tell you that,” Marie huffed. “Look, I’ve been receiving shitty emails of entitled top 10 all weekend, so let me make this easy for both of us – most of you top 20s, 10s and 5s, think all you’ve gotta do is show up, major in Crimefighting, crush at Forensics and Combat 101, and score a city contract, that easy; but life is way harder than that.” Marie inhales deeply, inclining herself forward to read something on the computer screen. “All the spots of Forensics had been taken by people with cleared techniques in lifesaving, along with crime fighting. And you...You didn’t even sign up the Safe-on-Campus petition.”
Jordan breathed, deeply. Fuck that she was pretty and hot as fuck; they never felt so much anger towards someone before. Who did she think she was?
“Now, I’m kind of busy, so if you can…”
“I want to talk to Professor Clancy about this.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I made the call, I’m her TA.”
“Oh, so it was your decision?” Marie inhales heavily once again. “Who the fuck do you think you are to reject me?”
Their glances were set on each other so thoroughly Jordan could almost fell the weight, when she moved to stand up they responded by shifting into male, watching with annoyed satisfaction as she had to raise her eyes to keep their staring battle. Marie didn't faltered, though.
“I’m her TA.”
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LA Task - About Andre.
What is your full name?
— Andre Terrell Davis Jr.
Where and when were you born?
— Atlanta, Ga
Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
— Andre never knew his mom, and his father Andre Davis Sr. is a truck driver that had no intentions of being an active father. He was raised by his grandparents, Dion and Loretta Davis who own a soul food restaurant in Atlanta. Their nurturing personalities saved his life.
Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
— He has 2 siblings but he doesn't know them.
Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
— Andre lives in Boston, Ma part time and Los Angeles, Ca part time by himself.
What is your occupation?
— He is the starting small forward for the Boston Celtics.
Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
— Andre is African-American with no tattoos and stands at 6 foot 6 inches tall and weighing about 220 pounds. His hair is always clean cut and he keep his beard long but shaped. He dresses how he feels and can be found breaking fashion norms because he likes to experiment and wear what he thinks looks good.
To which social class do you belong?
— Upper class.
Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
— No.
Are you right- or left-handed?
— Right handed
What does your voice sound like?
— Andre's voice is deep, gruff, and smooth.
What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
— Random basketball words. Huh, shut up nigga, energy.
What do you have in your pockets?
— His phone and wallet.
Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
— No.
PART 2: GROWING UP
How would you describe your childhood in general?
— Andre's childhood was rough for a long time with neither parents wanting him. He was bounced around family members, almost joined a gang in middle school but his grandparents stepped in and gave him a second chance. They were strict but it was what he needed.
What is your earliest memory?
— Getting a bike for his 6th birthday.
How much schooling have you had?
— Andre left college early to pursue his NBA career but he has since gone back an finished up and now holds a bachelor's degree in sociology with a concentration in family, gender and society.
Did you enjoy school?
— Yes he did.
Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
— He learned how to play basketball from playing older guys in the park and watching tv.
While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
— He didn't have anyone to look up to but he had a lot of people he knew he didn't want to be like. Andre wanted his own path and to be his own man.
While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
— He didn't talk a lot and stayed to himself but he felt safe with his grandparents and respected them.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
— He wanted to be an astronaut.
As a child, what were your favorite activities?
— He liked to play sports and video games.
As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
— Andre wasn't popular until high school because that was the longest he had stayed at once school. Everybody he was around he didn't consider friends because he wasn't used to having people support him and he never spoke to any of them once he went to college. The only person he was friends with was his high school sweetheart and she was his rock.
When and with whom was your first kiss?
— He had his first kiss in 5th grad with a girl who used to bully him.
Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
— He's not a virgin, he lost his virginity at 16 to his girlfriend at the time.
PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES
What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
— The day he signed a contract to play in the NBA.
Who has had the most influence on you?
— His grandparents were his only good influence and by far the greatest.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
— Andre considers making the NBA the greatest thing he's ever done.
What is your greatest regret?
— His biggest regret is getting caught up with gangs when he was young.
What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
— He beat up a kid for no reason just to prove he could hang.
Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
— He's been arrested for fighting and for possession.
When was the time you were the most frightened?
— He was scared the last time he got arrested because he thought that would be the one that stuck.
What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
— He was embarrassed when he got caught stealing as a kid.
If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
— He wouldn't change anything because it got him to where he is.
What is your best memory?
— His best memory was making his first basket in the NBA.
What is your worst memory?
— His worst memory was not having anyone to celebrate mother's and father's day with.
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Note: this does NOT have to be the sociologist/writer you AGREE with the most — obviously this is the #marxism website — but the one you personally found the most interesting or enjoyed writing about the most.
I was always the odd one out in my sociology classes because I ADORED the constructivism lens I just thought it was a really fun way to analyze different writings and films (I ended up in a lot of sociology classes that liked to assign like. Film reports? That’s how I learned I hate film-based classes having to watch a film for a grade is so much worse than reading a book for a grade)
Yet most of my professors and other classmates treated Durkheim as the “hard” intro writer and the constructivism lens as the “hard” lens to write for even though I always found it the easiest to universally apply (because it’s just like. Social symbolism? A thing present in all forms of media related even tangentially to culture or human experiences? How is this not the easiest lens to use for every sociological “use 1-X lenses to analyze this story/article” assignment ever?)
ALSO: NOT including an “other” category because I want to keep this focused on these three in particular since, at least in the US, they are more or less taught as the first three “specific” or “initial” lenses of sociological analysis (which is why Marx isn’t my favorite because I got real sick of having to read the first section of Das Kapital the start of every semester since he it was ALWAYS assigned as a “warm up” in EVERY FUCKING CLASS)
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William Willis
William Willis was born in 1921 in Waco, Texas. His parents were affluent, college-educated African Americans. His father served first as an educator and then started a construction company. The family moved to Dallas when Willis was two "partly in response to an ultimatum from the Waco Klu Klux Klan" (Zumwalt 1). His father died a few years later and he was raised by his mother. Although he attended segregated schools, his family also traveled widely -- a habit he would keep up throughout his life.
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William Willis from his Howard yearbook, via AmPhilSoc (as are all other images in this page)
Willis was a quiet, bookish child and went on to Howard University, where he graduate cum laude in 1942. It was there that he developed an interest in the sociology and history of the Black experience int he United States. Once out of school, he volunteered to join the Coast Guard and spent the war stationed in Boston. Afterwards, he decided to attend graduate school in anthropology at Columbia because he "assumed that this discipline was the vanguard in the attack against racist thought" (Zumwalt 2). He was thus in the same class of students as Eric Wolf, Marvin Harris, Morton Fried, Sydney Mintz, and Robert Murphy. He became interested in the history of Black and Indian relations, as wrote a dissertation based on library research on "colonial conflict and the Cherokee Indians, 1710-1760" and recieved his Ph.D. in 1955.
During his time at Columbia he married his life partner Georgine "Gene" Upshur, who came from a prominent African American family in Philadelphia. Her father was a Republican congressman in Pennsylvania's lower house and also, as it happened, the mortician who buried Bessie Smith, the great blues singer. She earned a BA in sociology and wanted to go on to study social work, but he father agreed to support her studies only if she also went to mortician school so that she would have a steady source of financial support. "People will always need an undertaker" he told her (Zumwalt 5). She was doing her masters in social work when she met Willis.
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From 1955 to 1964 Willis tried unsuccessfully to pursue a career in anthropology. He applied to the Ford Foundation for a research grant and was turned down. He applied for teaching positions but was told by Duncan Strong (the department chair at Columbia) that no one would hire a black person. He and his wife lived in New York for nearly a decade and Willis published work while teaching part-time as a lecturer at Columbia and City College. In 1963 Willis's mother died of a heart attack and Willis and Gene decided to move back to Dallas to live in the family home.
Willis's luck turned on his return to Dallas. It was 1964, the high-water mark of the civil rights movement, and Southern Methodist University was looking to integrate its faculty. In 1965 he was hired to a position in anthropology. He was a tremendous success at the new institution, drawing large classes of students and helping to establish an MA and Ph.D. program in the department. He earned tenure and became a full professor. His wife became active in several local organizations -- at last, the Willis's were flourishing.
In the late 1960s, life again became difficult for Willis. His department chair, a racist, began harassing him -- this included actions like changing the locks on the office to his door and not giving him the key. Administrators above him supported his chair's behavior. Radical black politics came to campus, and militant student activists began making increasingly large demands on the administration. Willis -- a quite, reserved man who alway wore a bowtie in public -- found himself deeply sympathetic to the activists and became radicalized himself. As the only black professor on campus, he became a key player negotiating their relationship to the administration. It was in this context that he wrote his piece "Skeletons in the Anthropological Closet". He considered alternate titles for the essay, including "anthropologist as vulture" and "anthropologist as exploiter".
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Willis at SMU, via APS
The Willises found it difficult to bear the brunt of the constant harassment they faced at SMU. Their health began to break down. Willis experienced constant pain in his abdomen and was afraid it was cancer -- in fact, it was stress. Gene began fainting in public. Willis decided to take a leave of absence in 1971 to recover. The administration then altered his request to make it a 'terminal leave of absence', making it sound as if he had resigned his position! Willis fought back against this attempt to remove him, but soon realized that if he stayed at SMU he would spend his entire life fighting the administration for his rights. When his leave of absence was over, he resigned from SMU. He had been there less than a decade.
Willis and Gene moved to Philadelphia, Gene's home town. They moved in with her mother and Gene's mortician experience ended up proving valuable, and the family business helped support both her and Willis. One of the upsides of the move was that the American Philosophical Society was based in Philly. Willis began his next and (as it turns out) final project there, combing through the massive archive of the Franz Boas paper. He became a fixture in the reading rooms of the society, well-known to the librarians and archivists who worked there. His initial plan was to write about the sort shrift Boas and his colleagues gave to Black Americans, but the more time he spent reading Boas, the more ambivalent he became. He came to see Boas as both an anti-racist activist and someone who at times seemed to harbor racist views of Black people.
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Wilis began writing a book on the history of American anthropology's study of African Americans. Alas, this study was never to be finished. On 8 August 1983 Willis left the reading room, went home, and died of a massive heart attack. He was 62 years old. His papers are now in the APS library and his wife Gene has established a fund to support the study of race (APS Willis feature).
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Willis had little lasting influence on the discipline of anthropology. Although his "Skeletons" essay is now more widely taught, he did not train graduate students who could keep his memory alive. The first chapter of his book on Boas was published posthumously, but the rest of the work was already created. Today, Willis is remembered as a pioneer of African American anthropology but, to be honest, his biography shows us both the story of a model scholar and the tragedy of race in America.
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Willis's final volume is available on JSTOR.
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If I saw this on another site I would have thought it was satirical, but I don't think BBC News does Satire!
By: BBC News
Published: Oct 3, 2023
A degree in magic being offered in 2024 will be one of the first in the UK, the University of Exeter has said.
The "innovative" MA in Magic and Occult Science has been created following a "recent surge in interest in magic", the course leader said.
It would offering an opportunity to study the history and impact of witchcraft and magic around the world on society and science, bosses said.
The one-year programme starts in September 2024.
Academics with expertise in history, literature, philosophy, archaeology, sociology, psychology, drama, and religion will show the role of magic on the West and the East.
The university said it was one of the only postgraduate courses of its kind in the UK to combine the study of the history of magic with such a wide range of other subjects.
'Place of magic'
Prof Emily Selove, course leader, said: "A recent surge in interest in magic and the occult inside and outside of academia lies at the heart of the most urgent questions of our society.
"Decolonisation, the exploration of alternative epistemologies, feminism and anti-racism are at the core of this programme."
The course will be offered in the Institute of Arab and Islamic Studies.
Prof Selove said: "This MA will allow people to re-examine the assumption that the West is the place of rationalism and science, while the rest of the world is a place of magic and superstition."
The university said the course could prepare students for careers in teaching, counselling, mentoring, heritage and museum work, work in libraries, tourism, arts organisations or the publishing industry, among other areas of work.
A choice of modules includes dragons in western literature and art, the legend of King Arthur, palaeography, Islamic thought, archaeological theory and practice and the depiction of women in the Middle Ages.
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I mean, it could have been quite good, the history of magic; the effect on human imagination and storytelling; magic in literature and art; magic as metaphor for what we don't know, a stand-in for science; the evolution of societal perceptions of magic through the growth of the scientific method; the role of magic and revelation in early epistemological (truth claims) processes... this could have been a fascinating course.
Then they had to ruin it by stuffing it full of intersectional Gender Studies horseshit and making it ideologically corrupt and completely academically worthless. Except to piss off daddy, who's paying the bill.
This is the exact kind of luxury course that only bored, privileged, upper-middle class people with no real problems or ambition would take. If you take it, you have nothing better to do, and no ambition to better your future prospects. It's low-effort, academically shallow, fosters undeserved moral elitism, but still takes in tuition fees, so it's unsurprising that it exists.
You'd be getting loan forgiveness for it over my dead body, though.
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Everything Is Computation
These days see a tremendous number of significant scientific news, and it is hard to say which one has the highest significance. Climate models indicate that we are past crucial tipping points and are irrevocably headed for a new, difficult age for our civilization. Mark Van Raamsdonk expands on the work of Brian Swingle and Juan Maldacena, and demonstrates how we can abolish the idea of spacetime in favor of a discrete tensor network, thus opening the way for a unified theory of physics. Bruce Conklin, George Church and others have given us CRISPR, a technology that holds the promise for simple and ubiquitous gene editing. Deep Learning starts to tell us how hierarchies of interconnected feature detectors can autonomously form a model of the world, learn to solve problems, and recognize speech, images and video.
It is perhaps equally important to notice where we lack progress: sociology fails to teach us how societies work, philosophy seems to have become barren and infertile, the economical sciences seem to be ill-equipped to inform our economic and fiscal policies, psychology does not comprehend the logic of our psyche, and neuroscience tells us where things happen in the brain, but largely not what they are.
In my view, the 20th century’s most important addition to understanding the world is not positivist science, computer technology, spaceflight, or the foundational theories of physics. It is the notion of computation. Computation, at its core, and as informally described as possible, is very simple: every observation yields a set of discernible differences.
These, we call information. If the observation corresponds to a system that can change its state, we can describe these state changes. If we identify regularity in these state changes, we are looking at a computational system. If the regularity is completely described, we call this system an algorithm. Once a system can perform conditional state transitions and revisit earlier states, it becomes almost impossible to stop it from performing arbitrary computation. In the infinite case, that is, if we allow it to make an unbounded number of state transitions and use unbounded storage for the states, it becomes a Turing Machine, or a Lambda Calculus, or a Post machine, or one of the many other, mutually equivalent formalisms that capture universal computation.
Computational terms rephrase the idea of "causality," something that philosophers have struggled with for centuries. Causality is the transition from one state in a computational system into the next. They also replace the concept of "mechanism" in mechanistic, or naturalistic philosophy. Computationalism is the new mechanism, and unlike its predecessor, it is not fraught with misleading intuitions of moving parts.
Computation is different from mathematics. Mathematics turns out to be the domain of formal languages, and is mostly undecidable, which is just another word for saying uncomputable (since decision making and proving are alternative words for computation, too). All our explorations into mathematics are computational ones, though. To compute means to actually do all the work, to move from one state to the next.
Computation changes our idea of knowledge: instead of treating it as justified true belief, knowledge describes a local minimum in capturing regularities between observables. Knowledge is almost never static, but progressing on a gradient through a state space of possible world views. We will no longer aspire to teach our children the truth, because like us, they will never stop changing their minds. We will teach them how to productively change their minds, how to explore the never ending land of insight.
A growing number of physicists understand that the universe is not mathematical, but computational, and physics is in the business of finding an algorithm that can reproduce our observations. The switch from uncomputable, mathematical notions (such as continuous space) makes progress possible. Climate science, molecular genetics, and AI are computational sciences. Sociology, psychology, and neuroscience are not: they still seem to be confused by the apparent dichotomy between mechanism (rigid, moving parts) and the objects of their study. They are looking for social, behavioral, chemical, neural regularities, where they should be looking for computational ones.
Everything is computation.
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So there are talks about Apo participating on a new project with “spare me your mercy” author (sammon) in case it’s a completely new story do you have any other actor/ actress that you would like to see him costar with ? I mean my obvious option is Mile bc their chemistry is so hard to find. That intense way of working together is not easily found (also I’m new to bl so idk any actors) but in case he is the only one chosen to work on the project. Who do you think could bring that same level of chemistry as MA has shown, do you think it could be replicated ?
I ask you this bc I’ve seen how partial you are in regards with MA a lot of people get triggered when we separate them. I mean if they continue acting they are bound to act with other ppl at some point, it’s just an innocent question. Like I said I would love to see MA at least in another series before they separate, that’s if they do.
I’m not really plugged into fandom space outside Tumblr so I might’ve just missed it, but this is the first I’ve heard about another project for Apo! I’ve been looking forward to seeing what he goes for next after the movie he’s doing with Mile.
As far as actors I’d like to see him work with, I honestly have no idea lol, partly because both Apo and Mile are a bit older than most of the BL actors, and quite honestly given how suffocating the shipping culture around BL acting pairs can be, I don’t think it makes sense for them to do more than 2-3 projects together if they want to grow as actors and avoid being basically boxed in career-wise. Disentangling themselves as a branded pair would likely entail stepping away from BL altogether imo, at least for a while until the craze dies down.
The closest comparison I can make for this kind of transition being done successfully is MaxTul, who are considered a BL pair but have managed to avoid a lot of the negative attention and toxic fan behavior that tends to come with that label. It’s partly because they’re from an earlier moment in BL when the industry was still new and relatively niche, but also because they have a pretty relaxed but aloof approach to self-promotion and fan expectations. No one thought they’d play opposite each other again after the TWM sequel, and they’re still this unicorn duo that gets everybody excited when they’re together, but their careers haven’t been held back because they don’t really let fans count on seeing them together again. We get what we get and we have to be satisfied with it basically 😂 Apo and Mile have been a LOT more in the spotlight from the jump though, so even if they started dialing back now it would be tough for them to find their footing career-wise.
But anyway, Apo obviously has incredible chemistry with Mile so of course I’d love like 20 more shows with them, but chemistry is as much about hard work/effort as it is about natural compatibility. I think it’s a bit of a disservice to Apo (and Mile!) to use KP as a yardstick against which the rest of their careers should be measured, if that makes sense. They’re both talented, skilled professionals and at the end of the day, if the people they work with are too, good chemistry won’t be an issue imo. And they deserve to stretch their abilities and work with new people on new projects, however much pressure I’m sure there is from a subset of fans for them to just keep making projects together until they retire lol. Ultimately they’re just people doing their jobs like anyone else. It’s not for me or anyone else to dictate how they choose to do them.
If it interests you, I did write an incredibly lengthy post about celebrity culture and shipping, informed by my sociology background, which you’re welcome to read. Despite the stupendous amounts of Apo and Mile pics on my phone, I actually don’t really keep up with them on social media so the above is all based on what I know from Tumblr, asks/DMs I get, and educated guesses about the state of affairs in the wider fandom (aka Twitter, an even eviler bird app than Duolingo).
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Hope you aren’t hit to hard by the damn Rona
Why did you decide to study (sociology ????? if I remember right??)?
Hi! It's not too bad so far, thank you. Vaccines work! I am really glad I went to get my fourth shot (and the omicron version as well) at the beginning of october!
I wanted to study architecture and/or urban planning in high school, but it's a hard and thankless profession, my family did not really support the idea. Sociology was on my radar as well since I read the Foundation cycle by Isaac Asimov, but my family pushed me to go study economics instead, with the idea that it would have been easier to get a job with an economics degree than a sociology or an architecture degree.
I did get my BA in economics hating every second of it and with mediocre results, and at the end I self-sabotaged my chances of gettin in the economics MA program, so that my only choice by then would be a sociology master (in my country of origin a BA counts very little towards employability, everyone tries to do a master degree as well, after the Bologna reforms of the european university system).
I got in the MA in sociology program, liked it, had a couple of strokes of luck, caught the right series of waves and now I am hopefully going to get my PhD in sociology soon! I just started to work in my postdoc project although hired as doctoral researcher.
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The Shape of Things to Come | An Introduction
This blog will be a multifaceted platform for my thoughts, ideas, and perspectives. Trying to write for other publications is difficult, so why not use a free medium and upload my pieces here?
Who Am I?
I am a 30-something gay man living in Southern California with something to say. I worked previously as a professor of Sociology for several years. After having my life come to a halt mentally, socially, and financially, I have decided to start a blog with the hopes of having my ideas seen, shared, and discussed by others.
What's my Background? 
I have a BA and MA in Sociology and taught at the college level for 6 years. I specialized in teaching research methods and social statistics in addition to teaching introduction to sociology. While teaching I also worked as a research analyst where I utilized my degrees everyday. I know a thing or two about statistics, society, and critical thinking.
What are my biases?
I have several biases. Being a gay, working class, neurodivergent, Mexican, cis-gender man has certainly shaped my experiences growing up. While I do not claim to be purely objective, as this is impossible for anyone to achieve, I do acknowledge how my identities have impacted how others interact with me and thus how I interact with the social world. I will speak to the experiences, knowledge, and perspectives I have and understand and will also acknowledge when I am out of my depths and cannot or should not offer my perspective.
On this blog you will find the following:
Works on Education, specifically higher education in California
Works on politics and society 
Works on Media and Culture
Works on gay and queer society, culture, and community
Photos
Thoughts, understandings, and perspectives on design:
Fashion, graphic, industrial, and general
Skeletal lesson plans for my future YouTube channel
Sociology lesson snippets:
Intro snippets that lead into my whole pieces (like marriage and family)
Research methods and statistics that help offer perspective and critical thinking
Theory in practice
Mental health experiences and perspectives
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A degree in magic being offered in 2024 will be one of the first in the UK, the University of Exeter has said.
The "innovative" MA in Magic and Occult Science has been created following a "recent surge in interest in magic", the course leader said.
It would offering an opportunity to study the history and impact of witchcraft and magic around the world on society and science, bosses said.
The one-year programme starts in September 2024.
Academics with expertise in history, literature, philosophy, archaeology, sociology, psychology, drama, and religion will show the role of magic on the West and the East.
The university said it was one of the only postgraduate courses of its kind in the UK to combine the study of the history of magic with such a wide range of other subjects.
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By • Olalekan Fagbade JUST IN: Meet first female Minister of Police Affairs   President Bola Ahmed Tinubu on Wednesday assigned portfolios to Ministerial nominees who were recently approved by the Senate. The portfolio included notable names like the immediate past Governors of Rivers and Ebonyi states, Nyesom Wike and Dave Umahi as Ministers of FCT and Minister of Works, respectively. Imaan Sulaiman-Ibrahim, another notable appointment, is the first female Minister of State, Police Affairs. According to The PUNCH, the Plateau-born politician is the former director-general of the National Agency for the Prohibition of Trafficking in Persons. In this report, The PUNCH highlights 10 things to know about the minister below: 1. Imaan Sulaiman-Ibrahim was born in Plateau State, however, she spent most of her childhood in Abuja. She attended Aruwa Nursery School, Abuja and Jabi Primary School, (now LEA Primary School, Jabi), for her nursery and primary school education. 2. She had two master’s degrees at the age of 21: At the young age of 19, she graduated from the University of Abuja with a degree in Sociology. She bagged two master’s degrees from Webster University, St Louis, Missouri (London Campus) an MBA and MA. 3. She served in Kaduna: Imaan did her National Youth Service at NNPC in the Kaduna Zonal Office. 4. She is completing her Doctoral Security and Strategic Studies programme at the Nigeria Defence Academy. 5. Imaan started her career working at Abuja Geographic Information Systems, AGIS. The AGIS task includes the introduction of SDI (Spatial Data Infrastructure) for F.C.T., and the computerization of spatially related workflows in certain Federal Capital Development Agency departments and agencies. 6. She is a co-founder: Imaan is the Co-Founder/President of The Beehive Initiative, now the BumbleeBee Civic Initiative, a platform focused on nurturing and mentoring politically inclined women and creating grassroots civic awareness. 7. She was a senior sales director of the Cosmetics and Skin-care company, Mary Kay. 8. In June 2021, she became the Federal Commissioner of the National Commission For Refugees Migrants And Internally Displaced Persons Office. 9. She was a special adviser on strategic communication to the minister of state for education, Chukwuemeka Nwajiuba and she was appointed a member of the Nasarawa State economic advisory council by the Executive Governor of Nasarawa State Engr. A. A. Sule in September 2019. 10. Imaan Sulaiman-Ibrahim is married and has three children. #Ministerofpoliceaffairs
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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!!
I'm counting this as part two of the things I like game.
Social work and community outreach. I started off volunteering for programs right out of high school and loved the work. I did blood drives, health awareness programs, local neighborhood clean-ups and pro-environment stuff, whatever I could. It became my passion and I recently graduated with my MA in sociology so I could qualify to work as an organizer for a program very dear to my heart. I'd love to say which one but I never stopped internalizing the rules of the Internet all of us 90s kids learned about being careful about sharing too much info and in the age of doxxing just out of revenge for what fandom you're in or character/ship you enjoy it seems a good policy.
Thoughtful meta, especially that meta that really makes me think about a character or plot point in entirely different ways I wouldn't have on my own.
Thunderstorms and rainy days on weekends when you don't have anywhere you have to be and you can just see the lightning out of your window and hear the rain on the glass.
That feeling when you find new favorite fandoms and characters or rediscover older ones you used to really love and you find yourself going down that rabbit hole again where you search for every bit of content you can.
And of course PRIDE MONTH!!!!
Thanks so much for thinking of me!
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mymotherisverymadatme · 10 months
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Tips for starting sociological/historical type research projects? Craving research assistant employment right now. I can't wait to be Mr Dr Andy Esquire MA JD PhD...
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lboogie1906 · 1 year
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Chancellor Williams (December 22, 1893 – December 7, 1992) was an African-American sociologist, historian, and writer. He is noted for his work on African civilizations before encounters with Europeans; his major work is The Destruction of Black Civilization. He remains a key figure in the Afrocentrist discourse. After working for a while, he entered college at Howard University. He earned a BA in Education, followed by a MA in History. After completing a doctoral dissertation on the socioeconomic significance of the storefront church movement in the US since 1920, he was awarded a Ph.D. in sociology by American University. He started as Administrative Principal for the Cheltenham School for Boys in MD. Four years later he became a teacher in the DC public schools. With WWII imminent, he entered the civil service system in the Federal government, serving as section chief of the Census Bureau, a statistician for the War Relocation Board, and an economist in the Office of Price Administration. He returned to his alma mater Howard University as a social science instructor. He transferred to the history department. By the 1960s, he was lecturing and writing about African history from a position of Afrocentrism. He concentrated on African civilizations before the European encounter and was one of a group of scholars who asserted that Egypt had been an African civilization. He was a scholar at Howard until his retirement. He continued his studies and writing. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CmeDPbdr-TH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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