you write things and i see them and I shriek with joy and then by the time i remember that you are VERY good at writing painful things, I'm already in hysterics
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WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT

I WROTE FLUFF OKAY

THERE WAS HUGGING

(Okay I’ll be the first to admit I suck at fluff)

(But I tried!)

(But I’m glad you enjoy my writing! <3)

quakerhobbit replied to your post “Just so you know, I just watched the Scorpion pilot, and I’m holding you personally responsible when this show inevitably ruins my life.”

Oh, the pilot was WONDERFUL and I’m sure the rest is too, I just never would’ve tried it if you hadn’t been so excited about it. So I get to blame you when, as all good shows do, it destroys me.

October 20 2014, 06:41 PM   •   2 notes

ivelostmyselfsomewhere replied to your post “SWSH kids reading spn books accidentally? And finding out about how awful Sam’s childhood was and being shocked at how flippant he is about it”

Why? Why do you do this? Do you hate me? Is this punishment? Couldn’t you just I dunno, rub stinging nettles on a knife and poke at me? Or do the death of a 1,000 paper cuts, then coat the cuts with ghost pepper juice?

THIS WAS FLUFFY

THERE WAS HUGGING

NO ONE DIED (permanently)

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT

Just so you know, I just watched the Scorpion pilot, and I'm holding you personally responsible when this show inevitably ruins my life.

SWSH kids reading spn books accidentally? And finding out about how awful Sam's childhood was and being shocked at how flippant he is about it
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It was Jacob who found the books first.

(Of course it was him, he was Sam’s first - shut up, Jesse - it only made sense that he was the first to come across the books)

His first instinct was to burst out laughing and give it to Sam as a gag gift, because apparently someone thought Sam was a cross between Fabio and a cheap porn star.

And then his brain caught up with him, because someone was writing about Sam.

(And Dean, but Dean never entered Jacob’s thoughts unless absolutely necessary)

He pulled one of the books off the library shelf and plopped down on a nearby couch. Annalise wasn’t coming to pick him up until six, anyway, so he had plenty of time to get through Mystery Spot.

Annalise asked him if he was feeling sick when she came to get him.

Jacob shook his head, but his thousand-yard stare didn’t fade.

117.

Sam watched Dean die 117 times.

At first, it was funny. Creative, all the ways Dean died, and Hell yes did he get a kick out of it. But Sam…

He could see Sam breaking. He could see Sam losing hope, see the life bleed out of him on every page, and then -

and then -

Sam without Dean was terrifying. Because this wasn’t the Sam he knew, the Sam that found him, clever and kind. This was a Sam he’d never seen.

Sam without Dean was like looking in a mirror, all that rage and determination and cold-blooded hate. He still didn’t really know why Sam loved Dean that much, but he understood Sam, and finally knew why Sam always had that gentle understanding in his eyes, in every e-mail he sent.

The fact that Sam was Sam, good and kind and hopeful -

He didn’t know what to do with that.

He still didn’t know what to do with that when he was back in his room, staring at an open message window in his e-mail browser. What was he supposed to say, Hey Sam, I found this book about you, how much of it is real?

Hey Sam, I’m sorry you had to watch your brother die so many times. How do you stand it?

Jacob looked at the picture of him and his Mom that he had as a desktop background. He still woke in cold sweats at night, seeing her murder all over again. He’d have hated if someone, anyone, found out about them without his knowledge.

He set his fingers on the keys.

Hey Sam,

Thanks for looking out for me since Mom died. Thanks for understanding - I know it ain’t easy, but it means a lot to me.

- Jake

bunkbuddylucifer:

queen-of-carven-stone:

bunkbuddylucifer:

queen-of-carven-stone:

queen-of-carven-stone:

Someone tell me what I was thinking when I decided to make my resume green.

More importantly, someone tell me how to condense a 3-page CV into a 1-page resumé.

Ugh. I hate having to condense CVs down. But I think the new rule of thumb doesn’t mean it has to be on 1-page anymore? I’ve heard that it could be spilled to 2-pages at least.

The only advice I can offer is change formatting to get more on one page and condense the every-loving-crap out of the descriptions on your CV. And you may have to cut things, which is really the hardest part.

And don’t forget a cover page if they need it.

For my miscellaneous applications, I have to

  • Submit a CV
  • Submit a 1-page resume
  • Submit a 2-page resume
  • Submit a resume from freshman year of high school onward
  • Submit a resume from college onward

And it’s a lottery as to which application asks for which version.

Holy wow. @.@ 

Uhm, damn.Well, at least the CV and 2-page Resumes will be easier to copy and paste between (if the CV is longer than a page), at least? Though I’m not sure if it’ll be US or UK (UK is more open to 2-page CV, but trying to get more into the US 1-page CV, but all depends on what the position is for).

I hope it all turns out well! And you remember to eat at regular intervals (I saw your other post about the lunch thing) to keep your energy up!  

In the US, grad school CVs are encouraged to be 2-5 pages long, so the fact that I word-vomited everything I’ve ever done on three pages is to my credit.

Resumés, on the other hand, are still only meant to be 1-2 pages. Blargh.

<3 And thank you, I’m trying to remember to eat (it happens to be lunchtime again, and I have yet to enter the kitchen >.>)

October 20 2014, 01:36 PM   •   12 notes   •   Via   •   Source

quakerhobbit:

Here themegalosaurus, sweetsamofmine, agelade, queen-of-carven-stone and anyone else who enjoyed today’s Hot Professor Sam party, have some super ridiculous fic incorporating all my favorites of the headcanons we came up with today, as well as my penchant for Sam/Jess.

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October 20 2014, 01:33 PM   •   41 notes   •   Via   •   Source
I'm not sure where you're applying or what your background is, but I like to put specific qualifications first, relevant experience, then education, and if they fit, any projects I've done at school. Since you have a 3 page CV, include whatever is relevant to the job/school you're applying for and ditch the rest, even if it's super awesome. Also, size 10 font and 0.5" margins help :) Good luck and I hope this was helpful!!
Anonymous Asked

Thanks!

The size 10 and .5” margin is a great tip! The fun part is figuring what’s relevant and what shows my analytical skills, because I’m switching fields.

bunkbuddylucifer:

queen-of-carven-stone:

queen-of-carven-stone:

Someone tell me what I was thinking when I decided to make my resume green.

More importantly, someone tell me how to condense a 3-page CV into a 1-page resumé.

Ugh. I hate having to condense CVs down. But I think the new rule of thumb doesn’t mean it has to be on 1-page anymore? I’ve heard that it could be spilled to 2-pages at least.

The only advice I can offer is change formatting to get more on one page and condense the every-loving-crap out of the descriptions on your CV. And you may have to cut things, which is really the hardest part.

And don’t forget a cover page if they need it.

For my miscellaneous applications, I have to

  • Submit a CV
  • Submit a 1-page resume
  • Submit a 2-page resume
  • Submit a resume from freshman year of high school onward
  • Submit a resume from college onward

And it’s a lottery as to which application asks for which version.

October 19 2014, 10:37 PM   •   12 notes   •   Via   •   Source

queen-of-carven-stone:

Someone tell me what I was thinking when I decided to make my resume green.

More importantly, someone tell me how to condense a 3-page CV into a 1-page resumé.

October 19 2014, 06:12 PM   •   12 notes   •   Via   •   Source

Someone tell me what I was thinking when I decided to make my resume green.

October 19 2014, 05:51 PM   •   12 notes

song-of-the-bad-wolf replied to your post “Prompt: Lois finally finding out about Tess’ childhood after she hears Tess having a nightmare while they’re camped out at Watchtower during “Dominion” (Either Lois investigating, or asking Tess etc)”

I LOVE YOU FOR WRITING THIS omg i should think of a prompt to send you

Go ahead, but it might be a long while before it sees the light of day, sorry!

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In the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how difficult things are, when you can look above and see the greatness of who is on your side.

October 19 2014, 04:00 PM   •   580 notes   •   Via   •   Source
Prompt: Lois finally finding out about Tess' childhood after she hears Tess having a nightmare while they're camped out at Watchtower during "Dominion" (Either Lois investigating, or asking Tess etc)
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Lois sighed, working the crick out of her neck as she looked around the room. The lights had dimmed since no one was moving, and it was dark and rainy and miserable outside.

There was a faint, high-pitched noise, and Lois turned to see Tess asleep against the stairs, her glasses laying haphazardly on the workstation in front of her. Her face was creased in distress, and that had to be a horrifically uncomfortable position to sleep in.

"Tess?"

Lois groaned slightly, getting out of her chair and crossing over to the other woman. She bent down and shook her shoulder. “Hey, Tess -“

Tess gave a sharp cry of terror, jerking back to crack her head against the railing and curling into a ball, one hand cradled against her chest and the other covering her head.

"Tess?!"

Tess froze, and then forced herself to straighten up. Her expression was tense but calm, her press face, but her eyes were still panicked. “Lois. What is it? Where -“

Tess reached for her glasses, standing up and settling into her usual elegance, pulling all her barriers up tightly. “What do you need, Lois?” she asked briskly. “The program’s still running, I can’t make it go any faster.”

Lois stared at Tess. “Uh… no, I… Tess, are you okay?”

Tess blinked, looking at Lois as if she didn’t understand the question. “Of course I am.”

Lois’ eyebrows rose. “Tess, you cracked your head against the railing and had a freakout when I woke you up. And it didn’t look like your sleep was that great before, either.”

Tess’ expression tightened, becoming guarded, and she rubbed the arm she had cradled against her chest absently. “I’m fine, Lois.”

Lois rolled her eyes. Of course. Getting a hint of vulnerability from Tess was like squeezing blood from a rock. “Alright, whatever.”