#Incorrect Steven Strange

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Wanda: What’s the worst that could happen? Strange: *glaring* Stop saying that.

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Tony bleeding out after fighting bad guys : Is he staring at me?

Rhodey trying to stop the bleeding : Of course he’s staring at you, you’re bleeding out.

Tony : But is he staring at me in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" Or "ahh he looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way?

Rhodey no longer putting pressure on the wound to stare at Tony blankly :

Rhodey : What.

Pepper : He’s staring at you in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" type of way. Why would he think it’s hot?!

Stephen staring at Tony in a "ahh he’s looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way : I mean...

Wong : For fuck sake!

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The Kinda Guy To…

Steven Meeks ver!

My boyyy ❤️

- Steven is the kind of guy to take courting very seriously.

- He wants to do everything the right way and show you that he is a gentleman, and not all crass like other guys

- Makes up for lost time when he gets back from Welton. Any breaks he's home for he's most likely spending time with you.

- On a night when he and the boys escaped from Welton and they got drunk... he tries to go to a telephone, desperate to call you but Todd and Pitts, the two designated sober men, stop him. He actually whines and pouts for you until you show up to take care of him. (Pitts called on the same phone he didn't let Meeks use. He wasn't dealing with a drunk roommate all night no sir)

- Calls you the future Mrs. Meeks after you've been dating a while.

- Let's be honest, he has never had a girlfriend. The only reason he's dating you is because you met at a bookstore when he was out and you exchanged addresses, and gave him your home phone number.

- Reads his latin textbooks to you as a form of studying.

- Let's be real, he's a highly intelligent guy who is interested in you because you are also intelligent and love having conversations with him about challenging subjects. He loves an intellectual woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it. Is that strange for a guy in 1959? Yes. But, he wouldn't have it any other way.

- At Dead Poets meetings he had always listened, not really having his own poetry to share... until... he had you. Then people couldn't get him to shut up.

- Mentions you in every interaction. At a coffee shop and a girl tries to flirt with him about his book or something he's just like:

"Oh thanks... my darling girlfriend recommended it."

Some girl likes his jacket?

"Thank you. My beloved girlfriend also loves it. She gave it to me."

Everything is "my girlfriend" this and "my girlfriend" that. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

- Says he can't wait to grow old and do taxes for you, and become boring old people together. He mentions it randomly, and it leaves you shocked

- Can't stop petting random cats and holding them looking at you with his puppy dog eyes like "can we pleaseeee bring it home."

- Could be completely off board with a plan and then you say it's worth a shot at least, and he's completely on board with it now, ready to sacrifice his life for the cause! (It was trying to sneak something on campus that most definitely wasn't allowed)

- Will never ever let you pay. He has the money, why the hell would he let you pay?

- Not a physical touch guy, surprisingly. He more so enjoys just being in your company, and he's a big acts of service giver.

- Super sweet baby all the time

- He always dresses nice, even when out of Welton.

- Sends you letters weekly. Send you poems in your letters bi weekly. Sends you a care package monthly. He's a very orderly guy! Care packages include your favorite candies, one of his sweaters(with his cologne on it duh), and odd knickknacks he found that reminded him of you. Always a new book you've been wanting to read included.

- Sneaks you onto campus and into his dorm, has never been caught. He's one of the most well behaved boys at Welton (as far as admin knows) why would they suspect him?

- Yaps. Yap yap yap. Only time he's quiet is when he listen to you yap. His friends (cough cough Charlie cough cough) call you a "pair of bash ears."(old slang for a chatterbox)

- You know how he smokes from that pipe? Yeah, you begged to try it even though it wasn't lady like, and he doesn't really care, he just knows you can't smoke 😔. You choke on the smoke. He sits there like "I told you so."

- Never outwardly corrects you on anything, unless you're" extremely incorrect. Big fan of "kiss me if I'm wrong but...Rome's main language was French right?" He loves it.

- Speaking of, yapper make out sessions?! He literally keeps talking when you’re making out like the second you pull away for air he’s still talking about whatever you two were talking about.

- Promise ringggg. He gets you a new one every year to the point where you’re like “I don’t have enough space and only a limited amount of fingers.😔” to which he replies “Well, you’ll only need one finger for your wedding band so…”

- Awkward until he’s been with you for a bit. Then he’s a little more flirty, but still very respectful and still shy.

- Makes you a record (yes like sends it to make) of all the songs that remind him of you, and all of the songs you love.

[shadowmor]

Where your soul belongs

Summarize: After the blip, in which some Avengers somehow manage to survive, Tony Stark's daughter returns in coma, but after two years, she finally wakes up, but something seems strange in her memories. It's like she's never lived there before.

Reader is female (she/her)

This story has: parallel universe/life, some characters are alive (Tony Stark)

This is just the base of the story, i'll add more ideas later on.

English is not my first language, so i'm really sorry. If something is gramatically incorrect I'll apreaciate if you point it out for me.

When you woke up in a strange laboratory with holograms floating in all directions, you were certainly intrigued by it, until you realized that you were trapped in a capsule as well.

A strange tube stuck to your face, apparently giving you oxygen back, it looked like something out of a horror movie mixed with science fiction.You hit the capsule for a while to break it, but it was obviously not a simple glass that could be easily cracked, especially since your body was so weak for some reason.

After a few hours of despair, someone came to your rescue, a man who strangely seemed familiar to you, his name on the top of your tongue, but it wouldn't come out. He seemed disconcerted when he saw you hitting the tube, as if he was doubting what he was seeing, but after a few desperate knocks from you, he regained consciousness and took you away.

"I can't believe it, finally... finally you woke up." He hugged you so genuinely that you just let, even though you were extremely confused by everything. His tears dripped down your face and he stroked your hair so naturally that it tickled you. But wanting to know what was happening, you pushed him away.

"Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my parents?" The questions made his face distort for a few seconds.

"Sorry, honey. What did you just say? Did you...ask about your parents?" Helpless, you just nodded, which made him slightly stumble back, losing his balance. Luckily, you held on long enough so that he wouldn't fall. He held both of your shoulders.

"You...honey, don't you know who I am? Look closely, pay attention, it must be because of the dizziness."And again, just a shake of head from your part. With just one look, you could tell that his world had fallen apart because of that gesture, but without knowing exactly why.

"Why am I here? Where are my parents? What happened to me?" He didn't answer, as if he had gotten stuck listening to her asking nonsense. "For now, just sit here. I'll... I'll call Stephen, he'll... he'll fix this, just wait a moment."

Half an hour later, a man appeared floating, which startled you. Had he just flown? Stephen didn't ignore your reaction. He already noticed that something wasn't right.

"It's not common memory loss. She really doesn't have the memories from here." That's what Steven said after some time observing her and questioning.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll be brief. Her soul is from here, but her memories are from another reality."

"You're kidding me," the voice next to you came out weak. He held your hand. "No, I'm sure it's her. The same look, the same hug, the same voice..."

"The thing is: It really is her. The only difference is that apparently your daughter lost her memories of life in this world and replaced them with those of another. It's interesting." The other man in the floating cape approached you, looking into your eyes, as if he knew everything. Your gaze rested on the other man who held your hand tightly, looking exhausted.

"Where is this interesting? Huh? My daughter comes back, but she comes back without being her?"

"Like I said before, Tony. She's still her, the only thing is that for some reason her life experiences were exchanged for those she lived in a parallel world. So far, she's the only one with this effect after the blip. It must also be one of the reasons why she just woke up 7 years later, unlike the others who regained consciousness as soon as their existence returned after 5 years."

Tony took a deep breath, he seemed to have weakened, but rested his eyes on yours for a moment. And he simply hugged you "It's okay, I... I still love you. Let's figure this out"

"You say I lost my memories, but I don't think that. What's going on? And why am I here?" You pulled away from Tony's embrace and looked at the man called Stephen.

"Okay, it must be even more confusing for you than it is for us. I'll summarize..." The man who called himself Doctor Strange explained all the events, starting with the age of heroes, Thanos' attack, the Blip and finally the return 5 years after most people existed. Obviously, you didn't believe it at first, it seemed like something out of a movie. Even though you couldn't forget him flying over you, it was still hard to accept. Tony and Stephen tried to show you their powers and their armor, even the Stark technology, along with a tour of the city. It was something completely new, with such advanced technology that it scared you.

"You're my daughter, the Stark's firstborn. I... I'm your father, and it's my fault you're going through all this. I don't know what to do, but if I can help you in any way, you can count on me." Tony was a little different from the father you had, but that didn't make you accept him so easily.

After three months living in that environment, the adaptation was less horrible to deal with. Although it was strange to see floating things, intelligent armors and heroes, it was less difficult to accept than before. It was just a little awkward having to deal with your "family". First, because for you they weren't, second because it seemed like they were trying to force your memories back, which made every lunch uncomfortable.

"You can try to get a GDE and then take the exam to get into the college you want, I recommend MIT, but no pressure. You don't need to worry about the cost, I-"

"But I already go to college, why would I take another test?"

"That's..." Tony lightly remembered that for his daughter life went on, even with her real body unconscious. "But you didn't do it here yet. It's okay, we'll think about it later. What course had you chosen, well... there?"

"Humanities"

"My goodness, what has my daughter become?"He laughed a little at his own internal joke, but she didn't get. "It's just that I'm... like an engineer." She continued to stare at him in silence. "Like more into exacts. And you were too, that's why I was just kind of... never mind."

Tony didn't expect it to be so hard to reconnect with his own daughter. It was just a little while ago, but now it seems like she was a completely different person. And she was. Her interests changed, her opinions, her way of speaking, her slang and even her way of acting. -- He still can't get over the fact that she tried to get a part-time job at McDonald's. The Starks' firstborn serving burgers wouldn't leave his mind anymore.

But it's not like it irritates him, it hurts him sometimes, thinking that it was caused by him. He should have protected her, acted right away... but there are times when he likes this version of her. -- Even though he hates it when she talks about her father. Who does he think he is raising his daughter? Flattering her enough that she now called him Tony instead of Dad.

"You're a little different from the others." Stephen said. "They don't remember anything, as if the five years that passed were just an instant. For you, life went on, even if in another place."

"Is what I lived a lie?"

"No. I don't know how, but your consciousness managed to overcome the barriers of other parallel realities and enter one of your bodies and live the experiences of that one." He stopped, placing his hand on his chin, as if thinking about it. "It's quite unfortunate, but at the same time very interesting."

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[victimis]

the sticks ages are a lot like how aging works for gems in steven universe where MOST sticks are born fully grown, and their age is determined by how long their animation has existed instead of actual aging, they come fully formed with a purpose in regards to their creation. this DOES include having young baby sticks, and they do age, in the case of Purple and Marigold, but they were also both animated with the purpose of being children and telling a story about either the impacts of a bad childhood, or the impacts of losing a child in Kings case. the CG aren't kids so much in age as they are contextually due to their maturity levels, in their canon they were created to essentially fight each other and nothing else. They live with no parents, and contextually had their own house they lived in together. much like gems from steven universe it's sort of incorrect to apply the idea of aging to them in a human way because they're more comparable to things like robots or angels, since they do not specifically change or morph or grow without an external force manually making it happen. this is one of the major reasons why the CG themselves are so strange in comparison to stick city, the place where Vic lives, because the CG have no canon. They have no "grounding human" traits like a stick from stick city might, like Purple, who has gone through the motions of aging due to her canon. imagine you meet a bunch of people who have the emotional maturity of a tree stump, 0 formal education, and were never once a baby. they just beamed into existence fully formed. It's really bizarre for people to understand in stick city i'd imagine. I think about that scene in the villagers episode a lot where blue and green meet purple for the first time and green and blue are like OH MY GOD. YOU'RE A STICK FIGURE LIKE US, THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY!!! THIS IS SO AWESOME. and Purple literally has 0 reaction. literally what are you fucking talking about. they're from stick city! everyone they KNOW is sticks! their entire life! imagine you meet a human and they start freaking out because theyre like OH MY GOD YOURE A HUMAN!! !YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ME!!! IVE NEVER SEEN ANOTHER ONE BEFORE. youd be like what are you fucking talking about!?

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Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

a Stephen Strange x OFC Romance

genre: pre-Infinity War, slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, teacher/student to friends to lovers characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC), Moraine of Hadeeth (OC), additional OCs as Kamar-Taj staff rating: general audience to begin with, later chapters contain 18+ material

Ch.One | Ch.Two

Chapter Three

Normally, Masters conducted training in a variety of disciplines, in the main courtyard, or in the smaller open air spaces of the Kamar-Taj complex, regardless of the weather--for sorcerers-in-training required preparation enough to utilize their skills in unpredictable or adverse conditions.  Even during monsoon season, this policy was seldom suspended, with the occasional rare exception; and by long-standing tradition, outdoor sessions were canceled only at the discretion of The Ancient One.  Since her loss, such a situation had not yet arisen—so it was inevitable that such should fall in a week where Stephen was in residence there, far from his place as Master of the New York Sanctum.

From June through early September, Kathmandu saw rain daily, with intermittent evening thunderstorms.  Steven Strange felt every day of that rain as a heightened ache in nearly every joint of his hands.  He hadn’t needed to check Doppler radar online to know that a doozey of a storm was headed their way; he’d felt the drop in barometric pressure several hours in advance, and the damp in the air announced itself spectacularly in a persistent, bone-deep throb that did it’s best to distract him from every task he set himself to.  Adding insult to injury, his tremors had intensified to the point of equaling those of the beginning months of his recovery.  Meditation helped to some extent, but the discomfort remained a constant, like white noise in the background as he moved throughout his day.  He kept to himself most of the day, focusing in the later hours on preparing himself to meet with Teyla for their first “lesson”, scheduled after the evening meal.

The winds lashed the rain against his back, while he crossed a courtyard lit by the flash of lightning, the peal of thunder distant enough to inform him that the worst of the storm had finally passed overhead. 

She was waiting for him in the library, as they’d arranged, engrossed in a text he recognized from his own early studies, and scribbling notes in a hand that would rival the worst of any doctors’ that he’d known.     

Stephen cleared his throat to announce his arrival, but Teyla’s eyes remained cast upon the book in front of her.  “Come here often?” he quipped, vying for her attention, swiftly realizing she probably wouldn’t get the humor of that old, banal pick-up line.  He set his rucksack on the table, then took the seat opposite her.

She looked up with a start, then smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Doctor Strange—I got a little lost doing the translation here.”  She slid the book across the table to him.  “It’s the third passage down.  I can’t tell if it’s require or recommend.”

He read the passage through, recalling the difficulties for Novices, of translating Sanskrit on sight—made doubly hard, he reckoned, as she might need to translate it first to English, and then into Hadeethan.  “It’s ‘pay no heed to’,” he told her, pointing to several words proceeding it, “You need to look at it in context to get the true meaning.”  He slid the book back to her.

“Oh—of course!  Now it makes sense.” She crossed the incorrect word off her notes, than laid her pencil down, “Thank you, Doctor.  I have been stuck a while, trying to work it out.”

Strange reached into his rucksack and pulled his tablet out.  “I’ve found this indispensable for translating ancient languages—saves a helluva lot of time.”  He handed it to Teyla, who looked immediately perplexed by the device.  “I don’t suppose you’ve got one of these,” he asked.  She shook her head solemnly.  “Okayyyyy—well how about I leave this with you for the evening?  It’ll make the hours ahead much more productive for you.”

“That is very kind of you, Doctor Strange, although…well…I have no idea how this thing…”

“This tablet,” he told her.

“Oh. This…tablet.  I have no skill with such a tool.”  She offered it back to him.

“Well, this one isn’t difficult at all.  Let me run through its functions for you, and I’ll bet you’ll be breezing through it in no time.”

Stephen went over the basics, and then showed her how to access various websites pertinent to her studies, including a translation site that he had relied on to get him through his early training.  Once she got over her initial distrust of the technology as a sufficient aid for study, Teyla adapted readily, and proved to have a defter hand with it than he had anticipated

Next, he removed several books from his pack and set two of them in front of her. “Now, these texts provide an introduction to clairvoyance and divination.  I want you to take some time over the next couple of days, read them through.”  Teyla picked one up, and then the other, running her fingers across the titles embossed on the covers.  “I’ve bookmarked some sections that I think have a direct bearing on what we’re trying to accomplish here,” he told her, “And if you feel ready, I encourage you to try what exercises you find worth your efforts.”

“I will do my best,” she nodded, “Master Salma said I will be mapping unchartered territory.”  She looked down, quietly admitting, “I find it all…very…intimidating.”

“No one will be judging you, Teyla.”  She met his eyes at that, searching for assurances.  “I promise,” he added, “And if we’re lucky, Kamar-Taj will learn as much from you, and you from us.”

Relief dawned first in her eyes, and then spread softly across her face, “I must admit my mentors on Hadeeth were frustrated when they could not provide teaching enough for me to harness and refine my raw ability for divination.  I pray that your efforts to guide me will not be a waste of your valuable time.”

“No effort to teach is wasted when the student is sincere in their desire to learn,” he assured her, his voice low and persuasive, “And that is something I’ve learned as both a student and a teacher myself—and not just of the mystics arts.  My medical training was more than a decade long process.”

Strange pulled a plain, leather bound book and pen from the side pocket of his rucksack, “One of the simplest things you can do is keep a record of your dreams.  The texts advise you do so nightly—or at least as often as you are able to recall your dreams upon awakening.”  He slid the items across the table to her.  “Whatever details you can remember without concentrating too hard—otherwise your waking mind will try to add definition to things that don’t make sense…”

Teyla nodded, growing excited, “Why yes—immediately record the images and the events of my dreams.  How have I not thought of this myself!  To keep a…a dream…”

“…journal,” they finished together.  She grinned at him, “Your wisdom has already surpassed that of my Hadeethan teachers.”

He chuckled, “As much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for the idea, Teyla; it’s a basic beginning in most of these texts.  Keep in mind, your best results will come from writing down your first thoughts, no matter how confusing or jumbled they may be.  Don’t give your mind a chance to filter or rearrange them in a search for meaning.”

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, “I understand…”

“And your feelings, Teyla.  How you felt throughout the dream—and how you feel upon awakening.  Even if you wake mid-dream, or in the middle of the night,” he stressed, “Write it down.  This should help us see patterns in your dreaming, and eventually enable you to distinguish normal dreams from the prophetic ones.”

And there it was:  that light in her eyes and upon her face that reminded him of the simple joy of having an avenue of learning open up before him.  As exacting as his medical studies had been, there had always been the deep satisfaction of just knowing he was on the path to knowledge meant for him.  And again as he began his studies at Kamar-Taj.  As a physician, Stephen had seen that light from time to time, in his best student interns—and had forgotten it could be equally satisfying to the teacher who invoked it in their charges.  From a task he’d initially dreaded, he was suddenly glad the situation had forced him to become Teyla’s mentor.

Pleased that he had actually given Teyla something concrete in the way of guidance, Stephen asked how she was faring in her other training.  Though she maintained that she would have no need for the physical defensive skills when she returned to Hadeeth, she admitted she was impressed watching the Masters of those disciplines at work—and that she felt every moment of her own workouts in the aching muscles that followed in the aftermath.

“Oh yes, they can hurt like hell the first week or so,” he laughed, “But I guarantee you’ll feel fitter than you have in your whole life by the end of the second.”   

Eventually, their conversation made its way back to the subject of her studies with Stephen.  “The texts I’ve read so far--I have to admit that they’ve left me curious, Teyla.  Would you mind telling me what it’s like?”

“The…the dreams?”  She seemed surprised he had asked so plainly.

“Yes.  How do they work, exactly?”

Her face scrunched and her eyes took on a faraway look as she considered how to answer.  “The dreams have always been with me, as…as far back as my memory goes.  As a child, I had no idea they were any different from the dreams of others—and so I found no need to speak of them aloud.”

Quietly, Stephen prompted her, “So when did you realize that they were different?”

Teyla’s voice and manner grew solemn as her recollection came to life.  “I was…hmmm…seven years of age.  Seven Earth years.  And I had dreamed a dream for three nights straight—of my closest friend, Meandra.  It was a simple dream, and I had no inclination to question it.”  She closed her eyes, enrapt in the pictures her mind created.  “Meandra slept beneath a midnight, moonlit sky.  Fast asleep; she lay upon a bed of moss beside a small creek.”  Her mouth drew into a small, fleeting smile.  “My child’s mind believed the dream arose from anticipation of a nature walk our teacher had promised to us.  I would never have guessed it was a dream of warning.”

“Teyla,” he murmured, “Whatever happened, I’m sure you shouldn’t have blamed yourself.”

She sighed and looked back to him.  “Child that I was, it could not be helped.  When Meandra wandered away from the group, nobody noticed until we prepared to leave the forest.  The adults searched well into the night, but found no sign of her.  We all feared that she was lost to us.”

Stephen remained silent, considering the weight of guilt she may have borne, and at so tender an age.  Seeing his concern, Teyla shook her head, “No, good Doctor, it was not a fatal loss—though if I had been less afraid, I might have ended everyone’s woes all the sooner.”  She shrugged, and cast her eyes away shamefully, “Through a bitter night, I struggled with my fear that a simple word of warning might have spared Meandra losing her way.  And even worse, I fretted that through my dreams, I had worked some sort of dark magic as I slept, which might have cost my friend her life.”

Compelled by sympathy, Stephen took her hand—gingerly, for the continuing discomfort in his own.  “You were just a girl; surely no one could expect more of you,” he reminded her, “I hope someone was wise enough to tell you so.”

“Indeed,” she nodded, “With the dawn, I sought my mother out, and revealed my dreadful secret.  She bid me wait but a little, so that she could give the searchers a description of where Meandra might be found—and when she returned to me, she gave me only love and comfort.”  Teyla’s pretty eyes were soft with that memory.  “Meandra was not too worse for wear, and was swiftly reunited with her family.  And after I had rested a while—still afraid to sleep, lest I might dream dreadfully—Mother explained the nature of my gift.  She called it a blessing, and told me it promised a noble destiny if I could learn to use it for the good of my people.”

Resisting the urge to tell Teyla that laying such a charge on a seven year old was extremely poor parenting, Stephen ventured a guess, “I suppose she feels you’ve come of age to fulfill that destiny?”    

“Even so,” she admitted, “But know, good Doctor, that this is my hope as well.”

“Of course,” he told her, “I would expect no less.”  Strange withdrew his hand from hers, beginning to gather up the few materials which he now judged too elementary for Teyla to find of use.  He winced as he lifted one of the heavier volumes, cursing under his breath as he lost his grip and it landed on the table; the thud echoed through the quiet of the library.

Teyla met his eyes for only seconds, but he read her clear understanding in that brief moment, before she looked to his hands.  There was no hiding the tremor in them, but he tried to make light of the moment; sighing with feigned exasperation, “I need to remember this sort of heavy reading requires both hands to be effective.”  His self-deprecation fell short of lightening the moment.

“It is the rain, is it not,” she asked cautiously, although Stephen was sure she knew the answer already.  Teyla’s eyes lingered once again upon his hands, as though committing the network of scars to memory.

“Yes,” he shrugged, downplaying the degree of his discomfort, “Nature’s little way of keeping me humble.”

“Yet the magic you have worked with them is already legend among the students here.”  She smiled at his surprise, “Did you not know?”

Stephen clucked his tongue, “Yeah…well…legends are usually half exaggeration anyway.  At least here on Earth.  You should take those stories with a grain of salt, Teyla.”

“As you wish, Doctor Strange—but their unstinting admiration of your deeds is genuine.”  Demurely, she cast her eyes away and added, “A true hero I have heard you called; one who single-handedly battled one of the darkest forces in the multi-verse.”

Stephen waved her praise off (the simple movement enough to set the joints in that hand throbbing again), “Honestly, Teyla—I only did what any Master here would do if faced with such a catastrophic threat.”

The tilt of her head and her sympathetic little smile spoke her response well enough, leaving Strange feeling a bit self-conscious.  Standing up to leave, he would have changed the subject, but that she asked after his hands again.  Irritated at her dogged attention to his private pain, he tried his best to answer impassively, “I appreciate your concern, Teyla of Hadeeth, but this is a topic I’d rather not discuss.”

“Forgive me please, Doctor Strange.  I would not, for all the world, bring you further pain in this regard.”  Teyla bit her lip, looking uncertain for several moments.  “Please, do not be angry—but as we have discussed my dreams—and as I am under your tutelage in this regard--there is something I must share with you.”  

Between the fresh flare of pain in both his hands—and Teyla’s seeming obsession with his wounds—Stephen’s patience was nearly frayed; he inhaled sharply, “What must you share, that cannot wait for another day?”

The young woman from another world blinked several times, her eyes misted over with unshed tears.  “It is only that…that…”

“Yes,” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I have dreamt of your hands, Doctor.  And not only since I arrived at Kamar-Taj.”  Visibly trembling, Teyla rose from her seat, to face him squarely across the cold distance between them, “I have dreamt your hands many times over, from the day I came to Earth to live with my father…and in the ten Earth years since.”

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Chester Van Chime Who Forgot How To Rhyme

Written by Avery Morsen

Illustrated by Abby Hanlon

Genre or category

Texas 2x2

Target Age Group

3-6 years;  Pre-K-3rd grade

Summary

Chester Van Chime is having a bad day, he has completely forgotten how to rhyme. Readers go through Chester’s day and see all the places where Chester could rhyme… but can’t quite think of the word. The book is written in a lyrical poem form but switches up expectations by substituting the anticipated rhyme for something not quite right. 

Justification

If there is one thing that I wish pre-k and kindergartens would focus more on, it's rhyming. Rhyming is a base exercise in phonemic awareness, one of the greatest indicators of later reading success. Chester Van Chime is a book that is super engaging to younger students and allows them to tap into the urge to fix or correct things. This book would be incredibly beneficial in a Storytime or as a classroom Reader Aloud to help children level up their rhyming skills from recognition to creation. 

Evaluation

For this review, I will be evaluating the illustrations, mood, and language.

Illustrations

Like any good picture book, the illustrations of Chester Van Chime are just as captivating and memorable as the story itself. Illustrator Abby Hanlon uses cartoonish and vibrant drawings to draw the reader’s attention and add to the silly mood of the book. However, Hanlon’s best move in this book is the hidden pictures that extend the fun of the book. Much of the fun of Chest Van Chime is fixing the incorrect rhymes in the story. To add to audience interaction Holston has added her own rhymes into the illustrations. Adult readers may miss the strange dessert with wings drawn on the first page, but excited rhymers will see “pie fly”. Readers will notice a fox who follows Chester throughout the book and will feel very clever when they realize it is a fox in socks. These clever hidden puns in the illustrations boast reader engagement and make the book rereadable. Every time a reader flips through this book they can feel excited about finding a new hidden rhyme in the pictures. The story never changes, but it almost feels like you are seeing new illustrations with every read through. This effectively adds to the game in the book and could be a great supplement for readers who are advanced rhymers. 

Mood

As mentioned in the review of the illustrations, the mood of Chester Van Chime is silly almost to the point of ridiculousness. From the beginning, the lyrical cadence that Avery Monsen uses calls back to silly nursery rhymes, setting the reader up for a laugh. It reinforces the unseriousness of the book, signaling to the reader that they are going to be having fun. Morten continues to increase the silliness of the book through his botched rhymes. Using a device often called lyrical misdirection, Morten lets the reader think they know what is coming next, only to pull the rug out from under them. Instead of feeling unsatisfied with the change, readers laugh at how ridiculous the change is. Morten makes the change so ridiculously wrong that readers have to give a laugh. Readers instinctively want to finish the line “In class, Mrs. Stevens knew something was wrong / when Chester could not sing the words of a…” with song. But when Morten ends it with “very popular nursery rhyme” readers shake their heads at how ridiculous Chester is being. All of these misdirections allow the readers to have fun while listening to or reading the story and keep the silly tone of the book going from start to finish. 

Language

This book is aimed at early elementary aged children. Kids in this age group are learning to read and expanding their vocabularies every time they are exposed to books. For this reason, it is important that Morsen carefully choose the words he uses in Chester Van Chime. In their book analyzing the effectiveness of children’s literature Young et al. state that avoiding overly controlled vocabulary in favor of natural language is most effective for those learning to read and comprehend (p. 36). Morsen gets to take advantage of both types of vocabulary in his book. He uses natural vocabulary in the printed words of his story, exposing readers to new words and maintaining an understandable story. However, he gets to play with the benefits of a more controlled vocabulary to reinforce phonics and/or phonemic awareness. The implied rhymes on each page are drawn from a controlled vocabulary that younger readers will be familiar with. By pulling from the familiar, Morsen guides the readers to the correct rhymes, making the academic purpose of the book easier for students to grasp. As an added bonus, by linking a controlled vocabulary word set like goat/boat to a natural language word like canoe, students are able to infer meanings of new words by drawing on known words.      

References

Morsen, A. (2022). Chester Van Chime who forgot how to rhyme (A. Hanlon, Illus.). Brown Books for Young Readers. 

Young, T., Bryan, G., Jacobs, J. S., & Tunnell, M. O. (2020). Children's Literature, Briefly (7th ed.). Pearson Education (US). https://reader.yuzu.com/books/9780136765974

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