so many of you have been here since day 1 of my junior year of high school, while others of you have joined in somewhere during my college career. strange, yeah? just thinking about how much time has passed is disorienting for me.
i’ve gone from wanting to teach, to wanting to do research and get a PhD first–which honestly is a large change. it happened as a result of seeing teaching as a way of settling down in life, something that i want to do, just not quite yet. there is so much about this world that i still want to learn, so much unexplored science, and so much that i feel i want to contribute, before training generations of students to see their potential as STEM contributors, while being sensitive to the world around them.
as of now, to work to my PhD goal, i’ve taken on a year of working as a lab assistant at my current research lab. i feel that this is the best path for me in order to get to where i want to be in a year from now. there is so much work that has to be done, but i am excited for the growth, the struggle, and the happiness yet to come. this is my new journey. i start next week, bright and early on tuesday morning :)
for now, i will sulk in my nostalgia, thinking about all of the experiences that allowed me to get to where i am today. it has been so humbling to be at this university and i don’t know how i’ve managed to make such good friends over these past four years. they’re the ones that conntributed to so much of who i am. i’ve gotten to be incredibly lucky for all of the moments i’ve shared with them. (and mourn the freedom lost as i’ve now moved back home l o l but that’s a story for another day)
I’m a sucker for romance. I primarily— if not exclusively— read and write romance. But it’s exhausting to sit through bad, forced romance that doesn’t add anything to the story. Especially in a series that isn’t billed as a romance.
No More Nose Kisses Until Your Nose is Healed; 1066 words follow up to Magnets
When Isak wakes up this morning, his face feels like it got
repeatedly rammed into a brick wall and his mouth tastes like crap pill
coating. Even isn’t in bed, but he can hear him moving around the flat
despite the early hour. Isak pouts tiredly to himself, needing his
morning cuddle more than usual today.
Before he does anything else, though, Isak needs to brush his
He drags himself out of bed after a brief debate over whether or
not it would be acceptable to wear their duvet like a cocoon. It’s not,
he decides. He aches all over as he pads through to their little bathroom
but the thought of his mouth no longer tasting like crappy drugs tides him
Isak was in no way prepared for his reflection.
The mirrored cupboard over their sink hides no sins,
unfortunately. Isak’s nose is even more swollen than it was last night,
the look made even better by the fact that the skin was now a painful and
mottled red beneath the steristrips. There’s
a little bit of crusted blood around his nostrils, which makes him think that
maybe it bled more in his sleep.
Somehow his nose isn’t the worst part to look at.
That award goes to black bruises under his eyes. Isak’s no stranger to dark rings under his
eyes, but these are completely different.
Bruises so dark blue they look black, smeared under his tired green
He looks like the bloody Winter Soldier.
Shaking his aching head, Isak goes back to the task at
hand. He tries not to look in the mirror
while he brushes his teeth as vigorously as he can but it’s easier said than
done when your face looks like bloody train wreck. He ends up standing with his back to the sink
just to avoid his reflection.
He spits and rinses and puts his toothbrush back in their
holder, flinching slightly when he closes the cupboard and is confronted by his
gruesome reflection. Isak had never
thought he was particularly vain; sure he likes to style his hair and he’ll
make an effort with his clothes but he never thought he was vain.
He’s starting to reconsider that now knowing how much this
facial injury is bothering him, even though he knows it won’t last more than a
couple of weeks.
He leans closer to the mirror to inspect the damage, squinting
critically. He touches his nose gingerly
and pain immediately rockets through him.
“Fuck!” He shouts in surprise, jerking back from the mirror as
if it scolded him. That’s how Even finds
him: stood in the middle of their bathroom cupping his nose with a look of
shock on his face.
#1 tactic emotional abusers will use to get you to comply to their wishes is threatening suicide or self harm, don’t fall for it
If you notice whenever you get real with a person who is treating you like shit, and they immediately shrivel up into this pathetic ball of self loathing so that somehow you’re the one comforting them, they are an emotional abuser.
Me: I’m not gonna talk about it Also me: actually if I don’t I’ll be mad
Overwatch is a universe where replacing body parts with robot prosthetics is already a commonly used medical procedure. There are multiple characters who have robot prosthetics– McCree, Symmetra, and Junkrat, etc. This is an established part of the universe.
This is about Genji so if you don’t care about that kinda meta, keep scrolling