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Tsar Nicholas II: Last of the Romanovs

Tsar Nicholas II (reign 1894-1917) was the last of the Romanov emperors, murdered along with his family during the turmoil of the Russian Revolution in 1917. Insisting on maintaining as far as possible the autocratic rule begun by his ancestors, Nicholas failed to address the grievances of his subjects, and with him fell the Russian Empire.

Only just surviving the Russian Revolution of 1905, Nicholas refused to heed the warning signs of a state-wide uprising that involved disgruntled peasantry, ignored workers, the disenchanted middle classes, and reform-seeking liberals. The tsar's legitimacy to rule was further brought into question following unsavoury and persistent rumours about just how much influence the odd self-proclaimed holy man Grigori Rasputin (1869-1916) had on the royal family and politics, and by the tsar's unwise decision to take personal command of the army in the disastrous First World War (1914-18). Obliged to abdicate, the tsar and his family were shot on the orders of the Bolshevik revolutionary and leader of Soviet Russia, Vladimir Lenin (1870-1924), in case he became a rallying point for pro-royalists during the Russian Civil War (1917-22).

Early Life & Family

Nicholas Alexandrovich Romanov was born on 18 May 1868 in Saint Petersburg. He was born into the Romanov family, which had ruled Russia since 1613. Nicholas was the eldest son of Tsar Alexander III (reign 1881-1894), and so he became the tsarevich or heir to the throne. His doting mother was Empress Maria Feodorovna, the daughter of King Christian IX of Denmark (reign 1863-1906). Nicholas had two younger brothers and two younger sisters. The heir studied a variety of subjects in the Law Faculty of the University of St. Petersburg from 1885 to 1890. In preparation for his reign, Nicholas also spent several years in the army, was educated in religious matters, served on his father's council of ministers, and undertook several tours of the Near East and Asia in 1890 and 1891. Nicholas, like his father, "lived and breathed complacent extreme conservatism" (Service, 9).

Nicholas II became tsar in 1894, following the death of his father on 1 November. His coronation was held on 26 May 1896. The role of tsar (sometimes spelt czar) was one of absolute monarch, and Alexander had played it to the full. Some hoped that Nicholas might be less of an authoritarian, but this was not to be. The new tsar quickly dismissed calls for constitutional change as "senseless dreams" (Brown, 93). Nicholas controlled quite literally every aspect of his subjects' lives, and in return, his people were given his devotion to duty, family devotion, and religious piety. The bond between monarch and subject was regularly reinforced by such community appearances as Easter celebrations and other public rituals involving pomp and circumstance. There was, too, an overwhelming emphasis given to the superiority of Russian subjects compared to non-Russians, of whom there were millions within the Russian Empire. This was a deep flaw in Nicholas' approach to rule, but not as catastrophic a flaw as the one which would ultimately bring his downfall. In Nicholas' world, the tsar simply was the state, but if, for whatever reason, the people (from aristocrats to the lowliest peasants) lost faith in the tsar, then they also lost faith in the state, which could, and actually did, open up the possibility of a regime-changing revolution.

Nicholas married the German princess Alexandra Feodorovna (1872-1918) on 26 November 1884, her title prior to the marriage being Princess Alix of Hesse-Darmstadt. Alexandra was a granddaughter of Queen Victoria (reign 1837-1901). The couple had met when Alexandra, then just 12 years old (and Nicholas was 16), visited Russia for the wedding of her sister to Nicholas' uncle. The couple were attracted to each other, and the young prince gave Alexandra a memento brooch. Next meeting five years later, Nicholas and Alexandra danced, dined, and skated together, and the relationship blossomed. The couple would have four daughters, Olga (born 1895), Tatiana (born 1897), Maria (born 1899), and Anastasia (born 1901), and one son, Alexei (born 1904).

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STILL IN PROGRESS (EP. 4/22)!

summary: in a world where Elena Gilbert doesn't exist, you take her place. Four months after your parents' deaths, you return to Mystic Falls, harboring a dark secret. Your entire world spins out of control when you're caught in a turbulent feud between the Salvatore brothers, who vie earnestly for your love.

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THE KEY

reader x stefan chapters will be colored blue

reader x damon chapters will be colored red

*Note: this doesn't mean that pairings won't overlap, just that the assigned color is the main focus of that specific chapter.

season one // tainted hearts

i. first day blues — you prepare for your first day in eleventh grade.

ii. first day magic — while trying to protect jeremy from his addiction, you run into stefan salvatore for the first time.

iii. hitchcock-inspired — you encounter stefan and a mysterious crow for the second time.

iv. date at the mystic grill — when stefan returns your journal, you invite him to the grill to hang out with bonnie and caroline.

v. bridges & bonfires — you bond with stefan at the bonfire.

vi. animal attack — when vicki is attacked at the annual bonfire, you and your friends jump into action.

vii. therapy — you attend a secret therapy session and continue to hide your past.

viii. seize the day — you reconcile with vicki; bonnie and caroline convince you to take a chance with stefan.

ix. the fatalist — you meet damon for the first time.

x. the fashionable miss forbes — you and caroline get ready for the festival, but tragic news puts a damper on your day.

xi. harbinger of heartbreak — It's the night of the comet and heartbreaks await.

xii. bonnie's doubt — you reflect on bonnie's doubts—and your own—regarding your budding friendship with stefan.

xiii. those who can't do — in class, stefan comes to the rescue.

xiv. three's a crowd — even at dinner, bonnie is reluctant to befriend stefan.

xv. fifth wheel — unexpected visitors crash your dinner date with bonnie and stefan.

xvi. the necklace — stefan gives you an unexpected present.

xvii. game night — tensions snap between you, damon, and later caroline.

xviii. tiebreaker — damon catches you in a vulnerable moment. jenna reveals awful news, and you come to a startling realization.

xix. the invitation — jeremy's anger grows. your world continues to fall apart. but in the darkness, you find a sliver of peace.

xx. history repeats — at the founders' party, damon shares a piece of the salvatore history, hoping to drive a wedge between you and stefan.

xxi. caroline's strife — secrets are revealed, pushing you further away from stefan. as the night worsens, you continue to spiral.

xxii. resident bystander — vicki makes a comeback. after days of radio silence, you encounter stefan.

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rejected ; c.h. (part viii)

summary: he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: calum has one shot to fix what's broken, but there's an obstacle and he's struggling. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to lovers au, college au warning(s): overuse of the word ridiculous because it's fitting, cursing? to be expected honestly, some grammar mistakes (it's been a while, english sucks), umm probably a lot of repeating, edited but not really, cal is going through it :^( word count: 4k words (yippee!)

a/n: after over 2 years (fuck), part 8 is finally here! this series is almost over, too! super duper sorry it took so damn long, i wasn't planning on this taking so long (check out my last update), but after lots of tears, part 8 is now being posted! this has been a journey, so i'm just gonna shut my mouth and let y'all finally read! but really quick, here are some links to help palestinians as they continue their fight for freedom and survival: link, link, link. free palestine 🍉

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The nuanced meanings behind common New Year’s quotes have a strong grip on the world. Ideologies once wise have lost their meaning, opening the doors to terrible interpretations.

You only realize this when you begin to follow the “New Year, New Me” idea.

Wanting to break away from the “you” from last year, you started making changes. You moved your bedroom furniture around, took down some decorations you had up since high school, then put up new ones that you bought with holiday money, and added some more pillows to your bed – a change of scenery in your bedroom is a good start.

You even changed your school bag, switching out your folders and binders to new ones. During the redecorating process, you came across some old pens from your past school years that still had ink. They’ve now found a new home in your pencil pouch.

Were you doing too much? Sure, but did you find it to be helpful? Absolutely.

Jessie laughed when you told them about the changes you made – not necessarily in a mean way, they assured you, but in a way that they thought you were joking only to quickly change their view when they realized you were serious.

“I’m not saying it’s ridiculous,” they told you over the phone, “and I’m not judging you in any way, but I do think you’re overreacting.”

“Maybe I am,” you had retorted, “but I think all of this will help me in the long run.”

Jessie sighed then, agreeing with you before switching to a new topic.

However, now, as you sat in your English class with a few minutes left before class started, you found yourself wondering if Jess was right.

Sitting at your seat, messing with the corner of your notebook with your nails, twirling a pen in the other, your focus is on the door.

Over the break, after finding out who your partners were, you did your best to be a good project partner and help out with the pre-project preparation. But the dread that filled your stomach during the break when you saw and responded to their messages was back ten-fold.

You had given yourself pep talks throughout the day, trying to ready yourself for the inevitable awkward energy that was about to engulf you. The messages exchanged during the break have been cordial; no mentions of personal life (or feelings) with the occasional holiday greeting. You would like to believe that both Calum and Ashton didn’t feel as awkward as you did, but knowing there’s an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed and both parties know of it only makes it worse.

Maybe Calum won’t bring it up? It could be possible that he will just pretend nothing happened. It seems like a good thing but then it could hurt knowing he brushed everything off, especially when you got your feelings hurt. Or maybe, Ashton won’t try to play peacemaker and be solely focused on the project? Maybe both of them will be too invested in the project and that’s all you three will talk about—huh?

A content sigh to your right breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Have any luck so far this new year?” Ashton asks, a warm smile on his face as he places his bag on his desk.

You only shake your head with a small shrug, suddenly not knowing how to continue a conversation.

“Same here,” Ashton continues, “I thought it would be my year right at the start, but I guess I have to wait for it.” His own statement elicits a chuckle from him, his focus shifting from you to his bag to get his material out.

“It’ll come,” you speak up before you can stop yourself.

Ashton offers another smile, attention still on his bag as he sifts through the multiple notebooks. “I hope so.”

It isn’t long before the rest of the class starts filing in. You notice how many are sitting in different spots compared to where they sat last semester, noting quite a handful of empty seats from those who dropped the class.

“I’m not late, am I?” Another voice interrupts your thoughts, but this time you cannot bring yourself to face the owner.

Ashton scoffs, “It’s the first day back, shouldn’t you know when class starts?” He eyes his friend as he takes the empty seat next to him.

“Like you said,” Calum places his bag on his lap, “first day back.”

The awkward atmosphere you dreaded starts to make itself known. You can only wonder if the other two feel it, but you’re unable to dig into it as your professor walks in.

“I assume you’re sitting with your partners because we are going over a few things before I let you all get to work.”

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It would be a lie to say that the entirety of the class was not that bad.

You and Calum probably made direct eye contact twice the entire time, and one of them was an accident. Ashton was an angel, at least in your opinion. He kept the dialogue going between the three of you when either Calum or you could not contribute – and he did not mind it at all – but most importantly, he did not point out any of the awkwardness within the group. If he noticed, he didn’t mention it, and you are grateful for that.

When class ended, you were deadset on leaving, needing your favorite treat and drink from the campus café to help yourself reset for the day. However, despite your obvious attempts at trying to exit as soon as you were dismissed, Ashton was able to keep you seated.

“Are you sure you want to do all the writing?” He asks.

You shrug, “I mean, I don’t mind doing the writing portion.”

Ashton looks at Calum for his input to which he only mimics your shrug.

He withholds a sigh, refraining from shaking his head at his friend before speaking up, “How about this: you do the writing portion, Calum and I work on the PowerPoint and the presentation.”

If it gets you out of speaking in front of the class and eliminates the risk of you stumbling over your words, you’ll take it.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m cool with that.”

Ashton smiles, clapping his hand on Calum’s shoulder before standing. He lifts his bag from the desk, checking the time on his phone before placing it into his back pocket, “Let’s meet at the library, say, around 5pm? Then we can work together.”

You smile back at him in agreement, “Sounds good.”

Ashton waves as you take off, oblivious to his friend’s narrowed stare until he turns to face him.

“What was that?” Calum asks, not easing up on his stare.

Ashton hums in confusion, and if he’s joking or not, Calum cannot tell.

“That,” Calum juts his chin towards the door, “what was all that?”

Ashton snorts, “Calum, haven’t you heard? There’s this new thing called ‘being friendly.’”

Ashton turns to leave, knowing Calum will follow behind, and is rolling his eyes at Ashton’s attempt at a joke.

“Ha ha,” Calum laughs sarcastically.

“Seriously, I’m just being friendly, Cal.”

And Calum knows. It isn’t out of the ordinary for Ashton to be friendly—it’s out of the ordinary if Ashton isn’t friendly, for that matter—but he thinks there’s more to it. Where did all this come from? When did this happen? He knows you two weren’t strangers, there was some familiarity for sure, but it feels like it’s out of nowhere.

“Yeah, I know,” Calum starts, but he falters, trying to piece together his next sentence. He doesn’t want to pry, because knowing Ashton, he’ll try to dissect whatever Calum is thinking or feeling.

Calum’s thoughts are interrupted when he bumps into Ashton.

“What’s going on with you?” Ashton questions, eyeing Calum up before pulling him to the side to avoid the foot traffic surrounding them.

“What do you mean?” Calum shrugs, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Ashton raises his eyebrows, another question on the tip of his tongue. He lowers his voice, leaning closer to Calum, “Is this about what happened before the break?”

Calum’s quick to respond, shaking his head as he adjusts his bag’s strap. “Not about that.”

Ashton doesn’t believe him for a second. He picked up on his behavior throughout the class; the glances between himself and you, the short responses, the way his posture changed when he felt the atmosphere grow awkward.

“Well,” he claps, “I need to meet with some admins, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

He bids goodbye to Calum before heading to the administration building, leaving Calum stewing in his thoughts and knowing he’s hiding more than he’s letting on.

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If every person on the planet had a handful of do-overs given to them when they were born, many would have used them up before they were 21. Calum is sure he’d be in the majority.

He knows he’s made many mistakes in his life, and he would go back in time and re-do plenty of things. The one thing he currently desires to change is his behavior before the break.

As he sat in class, watching the dynamic between himself and you felt foreign. He knows he’s the cause of it, but he cannot fathom how you two went from classmates, to friends, and back to classmates within a short time.

He knows it’s ridiculous to think about this and to dwell over what could’ve been instead of trying to move on is something he’s struggled with for years. He’s getting better, but progress can only move so fast.

“A simple apology is a start,” his sister points at him with her fork as they sit at the table for breakfast. “It’s not much—the damage is done—but it opens the door. The path you take from there is up to you.”

Calum moves the food around on his plate, staring blankly at the movement while he forms a new question.

“What if she doesn’t forgive me?”

A snort escapes her nose, making Calum’s head jerk up, “What was that for?”

His sister shakes her head, a small but pitiful smile on her face, “It is what it is. Sometimes an apology is better than none, and sometimes it’s the other way around. If you know what you did was wrong, and you can own up to it and acknowledge how much what you did hurt someone else, then it’s good. But if you don’t see eye-to-eye, and stay mum about how your words were perceived, then it’s best to not apologize at all. Go from there.”

Calum squints his eyes, pausing before opening his mouth, “Are you still tired?”

She shrugs, leaning forward to eat her food, “I don’t know. Probably.”

The break helped Calum, not as much as he wanted to, but enough to give him a push. He had planned to email you an apology, then switched to a text, before ultimately deciding a phone call would be meaningful. But as soon as he opened up your contact, he could not bring his finger to tap the call button.

He’s chickened out multiple times. He’s hyped himself up only to give up at the last second.

Over the break, during the countless hours he spent thinking about The Incident (and you, of course), Calum recalled the moments he’d spent with you both in college and high school. Moments that seemed so small and fleeting were constantly playing in his mind. Calum remembered how you were in high school and compared these memories to the college version; he felt happy for you. You weren’t the same person and yet, exuded the same comfort and friendliness – always welcoming. And he flipped that progress in one day all because he let his insecurities take over. 

Calum likes you. He’s not afraid to admit it (or admit it to himself, at least), and he no longer wants his past relationship and the fears that came from it to ruin any more chances. 

The talk he had with his sister helped clear his mind, but he was still at a loss as to how to go about all of this.  Regardless, he is ready, he wants to fix what was broken, and he wants to do it before it’s too late. 

Which is why he’s practically frazzled by the time the session comes around. He’s sat in the library with Ashton sitting across from him, leg nervously bouncing, fingers twirling his pen constantly only to drop from the shakiness. Calum still couldn’t shake off this weird feeling. Ashton’s attitude toward you earlier still had him asking questions, mostly trying to figure out if anything happened between them over the break. That old, familiar voice in his head that pushed his insecurities is demanding to be known. He’s nervous as hell.

“Calum,” Ashton begins, putting his phone down to give Calum his full attention, “what’s with you today?” 

Calum shakes his head, “Nothing.” 

“Bullshit,” Ashton retorts, ignoring the annoyed stares from the students around them. “You’ve been weird since this morning. What’s eating you?” 

A sigh creeps out before Calum can stop it. “Can we talk outside?” He asks before standing up. 

Ashton shrugs and follows Calum to the side exit, leaving their items behind to keep their table. Once outside, he motions for Calum to speak. Calum lets another sigh out. 

“I think,” he begins, pausing briefly before shaking his head, “no, I know-I know I like Reader.” 

Ashton raises his eyebrows, signaling that he wants more from Calum. He gets nothing but a look of near-distress from Calum, and he knows it took a lot for him to admit his feelings.

He inhales, noticing a growing sense of worry in Calum’s eyes. “Calum,” he starts, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder to keep his mind steady.

“I thought a lot over the break—” Calum interrupts, “—and talked to people I trust, I know this is how I feel. But I’m at a loss, man.”

Ashton removes his hand, opting to rest it behind his neck while nervously looking around. He opens his mouth to take control of the conversation but is cut off again.

“I like them, and I think I have since before, I guess, my insecurities took over. The feeling is mutual but I was too chicken shit to take the wheel and make a move. Then I ran my mouth and ruined what really could’ve been a great thing.”

Ashton’s eyes shift from behind Calum to Calum’s eyes. “Is that how you feel?” He asks.

Calum nods, “I want to fix this, and I want to see what we could’ve been—what we could be. I just need to figure out how and when.”

Ashton keeps his eyes on Calum, nodding once before inhaling. “I’m proud of you, Cal; I know admitting that wasn’t an easy feat for you. I know all that stuff with, you know, her,” he clears his throat, “but I have to be honest with you bud. I’m not sure you can do it.”

Calum squints at him, confusion settling on his features.

Ashton shrugs, “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean,” he sighs, hands gesturing randomly, “in a sense, going from point A to point B, then getting so close to point C and falling right back to point A—it’s not going to be easy. Maybe won’t work at all.”

A pit forms in Calum’s stomach. He’s turned off by Ashton’s words, but there’s a lot of truth in them. He just didn’t expect them to come from his best friend. “I know, but I’m still going to try.”

Ashton smiles. The determination is new, almost foreign. Admirable, even.

“Let’s head back in,” Ashton nods to the door, patting Calum on the back to get him moving.

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The soft clicking of your keyboard is the only noise Calum can focus on. At first, it was his own heartbeat, but he got used to the sound quickly enough to ignore it. He’s hardly contributed anything to the project, chiming in only when asked. He’s a bad project partner, he’s very aware of that, but his mind is nowhere near where it should be for the project.

Suddenly, he feels like he’s back in high school, having a chat with his crush and he’s completely losing it on the inside. Trying to remain calm and keep a cool front, but in reality, he wants to kick his feet and cover his face with a bashful smile. But at the same time, he wants to curl up and hide.

The tension is building up, and it seems like he is the only one to feel it.

“Calum?” Ashton’s voice breaks him out of his reverie.

Calum hums in response, “Sorry?”

A ghost of a smile plays on Ashton’s lips as he turns to face Calum. “I asked what you thought of this section.” He points to a jumbled of words in his notebook gauging Calum’s reaction.

Calum stumbles in his mind, trying to think of something so he doesn’t look like an idiot in front of you. Thankfully, though, Ashton beats him to it.

“Y’know what? We’ve been at this for a while now. Let’s end it here and meet up tomorrow. Same time.”

Calum can only breathe a sigh of relief as you agree, seemingly unaware of Calum’s inner turmoil.

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Every session has Calum wanting to burst. He knows he’s making things even more awkward (if that was even possible at this point) but he cannot bring himself to focus and act normal. Ashton wasn’t helping either.

During these get-togethers, he’s noticed how “friendly” Ashton has been towards you. He tried to ignore it, not overthink it but to avail. His mind continued to drift further and further into all of it, with every single interaction being scrutinized.

It’s ridiculous, and at this point, he should get this statement tattooed on every visible part of his body.

Calum sits, staring at his laptop screen, thinking of what goofy effects he should use for the slides to help pass the time (at least until he’s spoken to).

“Hey,” Ashton taps Calum’s arm to get his attention, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Calum nods, slowly realizing he’s going to be alone with you for the first time in a while. He can feel his palms getting clammy, growing flustered now that it’s completely silent at the table. No keyboard tapping, now pens on paper scribbling notes, no pages turning—straight silence.

He sneaks glances over the top of his laptop screen. In the back of his mind, he’s thinking of the words he wants to say with the ones he’s never said.

“Calum?” You speak up, eyes still down at your book as you move it toward him, finger pointed at a sentence. “Does this sentence make sense?”

His eyes shift from you to where your finger is. He has no idea how to respond. What do you mean? He’s been zoned out for almost the entire project, he can barely even remember what this project is about! You’ve been on his mind to the point that almost everything goes in one ear and out the other. But he has to come up with something quick before the silence grows awkward.

He stumbles over his words, trying to sound confident and smart, “I… understand words.”

What?

You finally look at him, eyes meeting his for what feels like the first time since The Incident™.

His response repeats in his mind, and he feels horrified. ‘I understand words.’ That’s his response? His “smart” answer? That was the best that he had, and now he wants nothing more but to run and hide.

“What?” You ask, though the upward inflection in your tone seemed more like you didn’t hear him than not understanding what he said. At least, that’s what he hopes.

“I said,” Calum starts, quickly trying to think of something clever to save himself. He clears his throat, “It’s worded weird, yeah.”

You only offer a nod in response before redirecting both the book and your eyes back to continue your work.

If Ashton saw what went down just now, he would lose it and make sure Calum never forgets it.

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“How did it go?” Ashton asks once you’ve left the library.

The three of you finished shortly before 9pm. While Calum packed up his belongings in silence, he watched the two of you talk, and he didn’t want to believe it—maybe he’s reading too into it—but there’s no denying the chemistry you and Ashton have.

Whatever’s built up over these sessions is showing, and he can only admit one thing.

He’s jealous.

Jealous over how easy it is for Ashton to talk to you despite Ashton’s association with him after what went down. Jealous of how easy it seems for Ashton to make you smile. Jealous of how everything feels so… flirty between you two.

He feels like there’s nothing he can do. He made his bed so he has to lay in it. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Ashton raises his hand to Calum’s face, snapping his fingers to get his attention. He tilts his head, “You there?”

“Yeah,” Calum nods, “just got caught up in my thoughts.”

Ashton hums, not oblivious to exactly what Calum could be thinking of. “What’s bothering you?”

Calum thought he’d be able to provide a quick answer, but the thoughts came pouring back, remembering your smiles directed at Ashton, the jokes, the comments that just bordered flirting, and how you’d give it to him right back. Calum can’t keep hiding away, shying from what he wants. Right now, however, he just wants answers, clarification specifically.

Calum says your name, earning an eyebrow raise from Ashton, “Do you like them?”

A snort comes out before Ashton can stop himself, followed by a short laugh, “What?”

Calum stays silent, face unwavering, not at all finding this a laughing matter.

Ashton composes himself, his humorous demeanor dying down once he realizes the gravity of the situation.

“I’m serious,” Calum iterates, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s standing tall, but the placement of his arms being lower than one would expect from someone trying to be intimidating gives away the true emotion at the forefront: insecurity.

A beat of silence passes as the two watch each other. Calum believes he knows the answer, and he’s just being overdramatic.

Ashton sighs, “No, Cal. I don’t like them, not like that.”

“Do they know that?”

Calum knows he sounds so damn bitter. The small shrug he receives as a response only makes him feel worse.

“Look,” Ashton breathes, “what happened between you two, happened. If you want something to start between the two of you, then do something. I’m not going to walk on eggshells around you both. I’m going to be a friend, okay?”

That should bring Calum some relief, but it doesn’t settle the ache at the bottom of his stomach. Ashton’s right; he shouldn’t have to alter himself for the sake of Calum’s issue just to make him feel better. It’s childish, and both he and Ashton think it’s time for change.

He rubs his hands over his face, muttering an apology to his best friend.

Ashton eyes his friend with weary eyes. He knows the entire situation is taking a toll, and he can only watch helplessly as Calum navigates the jumble of emotions.

They bid each other goodbye before heading back to their homes.

One thing is certain. Calum needs to act fast, and he needs to act now.

Lying on his bed in his room later that night, his eyes glued to his phone with his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He’s staring at your contact image—a picture from one of the yearbooks from high school, you absolutely despise the picture, but Calum loved how awkward you looked—heavily debating if he should do this.

“Just send the text,” he whispers to himself, “you can do it.”

The phone slips slightly, but just enough for his finger to tap send.

Delivered.

Read.

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Turning Passions

chapter 3 • smile for the camera!!

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*there is writing sections in this chapter!”

symphonia IX - current joys

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y/n pov..

y/n glances over her phone one more time to see the tweet toge reposted while maki is spamming her phone asking when’s she’s coming home and if she can relieve her from the torture that toge is forcing her to do. as maki would be entering the stream with him that night. she shuts off her phone before shoving it in her dance bag. y/n gets up and enters the dance room where her class is supposed to be. it’s always been routine for y/n to show up 20 minutes earlier before class to get extra practice in to make sure her ballet is on peak, before presenting herself to any dance teacher. this has been a routine for her since she was a young teen in determination to stay on top of her class and to push herself to become more flexible, more precise and overall perfect. But as she walks in she sees students already doing the same thing, many students at the barre, others practicing turns and overall dancers becoming better than her. she quickly finds her a spot at the barre a little more further from everyone with her head facing down so others don’t see the panic rising up. y/n realizes that this dance class isn’t normal from the ones she used to call home, she trembles as she lifts up into a relevè her feet getting shot with the same pain as usual- she sits in that position until it wears off. y/n suddenly understands the situation- in this class everyone is fighting to be the best, she continues the stretches until the teacher walks in, everyone then runs into a line waiting for instruction. y/n quickly follows behind standing in first position waiting to hear from the dance instructor. “welcome to NYSSU academy, you made it in first into the school and now into the dance program. i would say congratulations but the hard part starts now” boomed the small older mature lady walking pass the dancers, judging as they stand tall in perfection. the teacher continues welcoming in a younger looking coach around her twenties “this is my co teacher” don’t be mistaken she isn’t here to play around. the lady continues in a large demanding tone. “your practices are always a test, always be on your best performance- nothing will go unnoticed. But if you’re wondering what your actually graded on in this class is performances. we have big 3 events and one mini in the middle of the year, be prepared because each day is a drill to see if you can make it onto the stage”. hearing those words send chills across y/ns skin as she keeps her head forward, but her eyes are drawn to the teachers movement. y/n isn’t usually afraid of any teachers tone, words or actions- living and growing in the world of dance she’s already used to these types of teachers, even harsher. Instead she takes these as a challenge because how can you succeed without a little push? The teacher words continue- “our first performance this fall, we will be doing the swan lake, make today our first rehearsal. more information on parts and lead rolls will be announced later, but for now let’s start our class, as this is the closest thing you’ll get to a professional taste in the real cold world. I expected you guys already to be stretched and ready?” she asked, many replied with a small yes while others nodded their heads. “perfect she replied okay everyone on the barre.” Practice continues on with additional leaps, pointe work then finally turns- something that y/n excelled in. the teacher groups each student in a group of four before calling each group to do a sequence of turns the last step holding into multiple pirouettes as they can. y/n is confident and collected as the first group goes on- then finally her group is called. she enters the stage, then the teacher calls the counts “alright, 1, 2 3…” y/n tunes her out hitting each step until it’s time to hold the turns. she hits and hits for what seems forever trying to calm down as she assumes that the other 3 members are done. Until from the blink of an eye one person is still standing. it’s a competition in her mind, she turns and turns matching the pace of the other dancer, 5 turns done and the other girl isn’t giving up.

y/n is getting tired, she messed up by putting most of her stamina in the beginning portion making it harder to hit these turns clean. she tries to fight for dominance until the teacher slams on the wall “stop!” she yelled out, “what’s your names?” y/n, l/n maam” “kai, everdeen” the two dancers say. the teacher looks them up and down before saying in a loud demanding tone, “if you’re going to do turns like that for a long period of time, make sure you technique is on point” the teacher dismisses them away, then ends the class altogether. she speaks loudly “that was good for today, but you guys need to step up your game because what I saw today was a disaster waiting to happen, goodbye” with that, the words brought y/n back to reality. she feels her throat closes up realizing with this competition with her peer that in this class, makes her realize that she’s just an ordinary dancer in this world, nothing sticks out making her great or special. y/n feels flush and embarrassed getting called out in the class as she makes it through to the dressing room taking off her point shoes, tossing them in her bag. she quickly puts on her boots and makes her way out towards the door to leave. she runs out feeling her breath quicken, she doesn’t understand, she was supposed to be the best- she grows frustrated. to anyone else this simple call out and for how long the turns were going for it would be a simple okay, but to y/n this proved that she was getting farther towards sheer overall goal. scaring her that all this work and years she put in this sport was for nothing. she leaves and makes her way to her dorm, still fully dressed in ballet clothing, the difference is the strain of dance coming for her mentally and physically.

3rd person pov

Toge and Maki settle down in his room as he launches the discord call. “Yooooo Yujiii” he exclaims. “HEYYY TOG- who’s that” yuji replies. “oh that’s maki, she’s my friend/roomate and she’s going to join the stream if that’s okay” toge explains. “alright that’s cool, we’re just waiting on nobara and megumi and the we can start.” Not even a minute later both megumi and nobara join on and everyone introduces themselves again. After all the introductions and testing each camera and mic are finished, it’s showtime. toge and maki play on split screen, interacting with the fans and instantly clicking with the trio on the other line of the call. they play for thirty minutes and on the line of maki and toge they hear a knock. “Y/N finally”, maki sighs as she gets up waving bye to the stream, she walks up to y/n. when y/n finally looks up to maki she puts on a soft smile. “everything okay?” maki ask, “yeah!” y/n replies a little too fast for comfort, “okay, how was danc-.” maki is cut off by y/n yelling “oh toge your on stream??” he turns around from his desk and happy greets her “y/nnnnnnn welcome home come say hi. “hey everyone!!” she waves towards the computer screen, “smile for the camera!!” toge tells her. She smiles and starts looking at toge screen. maki grows suspicious but lets it be not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of a livestream. Behind the camera on Megumis side he widens his eyes, he scoffs recognizing the same person who ran in late to his statistics class. He then slightly curses at himself for making an expression over someone thats just in the same class as him. then panic overfills his head as someone who’s known for being expressionless and not very expressive just made a face for a random girl who popped on his screen. he tries to continue on, trying to cover up his mistake and focus on the game he’s playing on his computer. yuji suddenly pops up and yells “HI Y/NNN IM YUJII” nobara pops up as well introducing herself making it known that she will become friends with her. toge then pats the chair that once accompanied maki and asked her to join the stream, even though y/n is exhausted she agrees hoping it would take her mind on things. the stream continues on with nobara and y/n tag teaming toge, yuji and megumi each team destroying each others plots and taking each others treasured things. with almost an hour and half passing the stream ends with each player saying its farewells. Yuji bounces off his desk running into megumis room jumping off the walls. “that was fun megumi, megumi was that fun??” megumi looks up with an annoyed tone remembering about the homework he put off for this task. “yeah” he whispered. “i guess”.

megumis pov 3rd person

megumi found himself staring straight into his homework, he was assigned to direct an advertisement for his own made up brand due at the end of the week, assigned in class that day. he slams his fist down not being able to think of anything besides the problem he’s in with the world. after the stream he gained a lot of popularity finally making it to the 10 thousand club of followers. he groans as he starts to get stressed, streaming and posting on the internet was something he did for fun with the peer pressure of his childhood friend- he never thought it would grow to this level of popularity. every time he opens his phone now it’s a reminder of that new fame he has with new demand. with doing the math and thinking, he applies that in order to continue this support for his channel for not only himself but his friends, that means he has to upload a lot more. meaning more unwanted fame and more workload. megumi never really minded playing and uploaded as he thought it was fun and something to do in his free time, but now he’s rethinking his future and his channel completely. he grazes down to see the new “fan edits and ship names” created by his delusional fan base. this ship annoyed him a bit based on the sole fact that she’s in arm reach to him and she definitely knows about this new ship. he gets embarrassed because he has no idea who she is and where she came from. but after this scandal on the internet, she’s been in his mind the whole night. megumi groans frustrated as he turns away from his chair to settle down for bed, he doesn’t understand the complexity of the internet but he knows he’s becoming the middle of it. with many thoughts rushing in and out of his head he finally flips over to finally release the now throbbing headache he has, he falls asleep waiting for the troubles to attend to tomorrow.

Authors note: chapter 3…. a little angsty this chapter but MEGUMI AND Y/N FINALLY MET!!! in this chapter y/n took us along on her first day of dance… i don’t think she expected it to go like that tho… ANYYYYWAYYS i hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter and let’s see how the relationship develops. like always see you next chapter <3

fun facts:

• the gc was being a bit dramatic when they said his eyes “lit up” when he saw her, but at the same time it’s RARE for megumi to show any emotion on his face… maybe he saw something he liked….

• growing up y/n did many styles of dance her favorite being ballet because of how strict and demanding it is.

• nobara got pretty close to maki and y/n (new friendship #girlpower???

• megumi gets irritated when people on the internet ship him with other creators based on the fact that he doesn’t know them at all. making him a little uncomfortable

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Robert Maranto

Published: Feb 6, 2025

In its first days, the Trump administration issued executive orders to end taxpayer funding of Diversity, Equity and Inclusion practices. I support that goal. But how leaders make policies determines whether those policies endure.

Ending DEI requires something more democratic than executive orders the next president can undo with the stroke of a pen. Instead, congress and the president should do something novel—hold hearings, have debates, and pass a law.

One need not be a Trump supporter to agree that the president is right to criticize most DEI practices. As Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay detail in “Cynical Theories: How Activist Scholarship Made Everything About Race, Gender, and Identity,” critical race theory, postcolonial theory (which calls for destroying Israel), gender studies, and related academic fields provide intellectual support for DEI to define people as victims or oppressors based on their identity, while rejecting objectivity, individual rights, merit systems, and chromosome-based (binary) definitions of sex. 

DEI is an upper-class mass movement using social media mobs and nontransparent bureaucracies to impose racial and demographic essentialism, including quota-based hiring and admissions systems.

Like most Americans, I dissent. With Craig Frisby, I co-edited “Social Justice Versus Social Science,” showing that common DEI practices like diversity training typically do more harm than good. Empirical social science likewise fails to support concepts like microaggressions, white fragility, and implicit biases.

Elite colleges, as Richard Sander points out, use racial quotas in admissions, setting up underprepared minorities for academic failure while admitting wealthy whites over less privileged but better-prepared Asians, just as 20th-century antisemites kept out Jews. As Chief Justice John Roberts wrote, “It is a sordid business, this divvying us up by race.” It is also central to most of DEI. 

Professors leveling these critiques risk isolation and even termination at the hands of activists and bureaucrats, as Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression data show. Often, critics are never hired in the first place, screened out by required DEI statements or ideological hiring committees. As Robert George and Anna Krylov detail in “The Ruthless Politicization of Science Funding,” even in the previously apolitical hard sciences, the Biden administration used executive orders to replace scientific merit with ideology or identity in assigning tens of billions of dollars in grants, changing the culture of research.

In short, the Trump administration is right to oppose DEI’s massive resistance (to use a 1950s term) to colorblind merit systems. Yet executive orders are the wrong means to deconstruct DEI. To see why, consider Title IX. As political scientist Shep Melnick detailed in “The Evolution of Title IX,” the Obama administration used executive orders and nontransparent regulatory guidance (“dear colleague letters” to campuses) to erase the biological (binary) definition of sex and empower massive censorship bureaucracies to enforce “equity.” 

The first Trump administration revoked these policies, which were later reimposed by President Biden. That executive seesaw degrades both effective administration and democratic legitimacy.

Instead, we should copy the passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act, which helped defeat an earlier version of racial essentialism. Media accounts and congressional hearings established the need for the law. As Phillip Wallach details in “Why Congress,” debates over the CRA stretched through the spring of 1964, including an amending process and a senate filibuster by southern Democrats. After three months of this, the CRA passed with a strong, bipartisan majority. That sent a message.

Segregationists lost decisively, but a democratic process giving the losers their say legitimized the CRA. That fair and open process enabled southern Democrats to tell their white constituents, as Senator Richard Russell (D-Ga.) said after CRA’s passage, “all good citizens will learn to live with the statute and abide by its final adjudication.” Massive resistance suffered a mortal wound. 

Apply this to today’s versions of racial essentialism. Congress should hold lengthy hearings investigating DEI’s politicization of science, personnel systems, and college admissions, like the hearings Congresswoman Virginia Foxx (R-N.C.) held in the last Congress uncovering campus antisemitism, itself fostered by DEI. Congressional leaders should then craft bills outlawing DEI practices that undermine the colorblind merit systems most Americans of all races support.

Good people often have bad ideas. Like 1960s southern Democrats, today’s progressive Democrats believe in racial essentialism and will filibuster to defend it. That’s fine. If progressives want to brand themselves as supporters of censorship, racial quotas, and antisemitism, they have every right to do so. Racial and demographic essentialism will be defeated through open debate and legislation, just as in 1964. The resulting bipartisan legislation will have the legitimacy and legality to last across presidential administrations.

That’s democracy. Our elected leaders should give it a try.  

Robert Maranto is the 21st Century chair in Leadership in the Department of Education Reform at the University of Arkansas, and a founding member of the Society for Open Inquiry in Behavioral Science. These opinions may not reflect those of his employer. 

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IX good omens on livestream, i'm not ok: S1E4

You did it, Good Omens fandom, my dear maggots. You broke me in every way. Now I'm here, and where I once spent my day peacefully being sad about normal things, I'm now sad about a random fact about nightingales I learned on a British ornithology site and this is just... the brainrot. It's real. Raise brainrot awareness. Prevention is better than the nonexistent cure.

Well, I've procrastinated this post by like 48 hours by drawing fanart and being mopey over Crowley and generally being asleep because I'm still on antibiotics and ill. So let us not procrastinate further. First, episode 4. Tally, hoes!

In preparation for the stream, I gathered two emotional support oranges, only one of which was gaseous, and an apple. This was so that rather than waste an orange on being gay for Crowley I'd use the apple for that, symbolic of his temptation in the Garden of Eden etc. I didn't know how badly this plan would go.

On Discord, our collective loins girded, I noticed with no small suspicion that everyone was muttering about the bookshop and whether I'd be okay. When I demanded frantically what happened to the bookshop (I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS IN S2) everyone shut up and told me the bookshop was in tiptop shape and it was all tickety-boo and nothing would happen at all in episode 5.

Spoiler alert it is not all tickety-boo.

We start with Aziraphale going for a jog to keep uh fit for exercising with Crowley, and he is interrupted by Gabriel, who is not Jimbriel, and is not naked, that is, we cannot see his arse yet, but we can see that he is an arse.

We then see not-Newt the deliveryman with his wife Maude and they are the only straight couple that the people on the chat care about. Calling him not-Newt is going to pose problems for me.

Crowley is being a smart baby, and researching astronomy. Poor Crowley. I love Crowley. Do you understand? I LOVE CROWLEY.

There is a lot of talk of spoons and forks and such innuendos. I make a joke about scissors being missing. The chat does not notice. I am disappointed in the gays.

I am so engrossed in the way Death says "deeAaaAAthHHhh" that I fail to notice Not-Newt get killed delivering a message to Death. This is going to pose problems for me.

I forgot about the apocalypse plotline till the horsepeople arrive. This is understandable. I care not for this 'world' ending, my new world is Crowley. I love Crowley.

Duck aliens fucking descend. This is not a joke. There are duck aliens, and they are supportive of trans people. Newt does not count their nipples.

The Shad guy doesn't care Newt found aliens. He is upset that Newt didn't find witches. If Shad was mowing his lawn and found gold, he would toss it aside because he is focused on mowing. I can respect that. People make jokes about Newt eventually finding a witch.

It is suddenly a Christopher Nolan movie. Someone corrects me and says it's more like Jerry Bruckheimer. I do not know what that is.

Someone says Crowley destroys the Bentley but for whatever reason, like a lot of people before, makes it a black box that you have to click to read. I don't mind that, I like clicking.

Aziraphale bought out a theatre for Crowley, like a Kdrama where the rich CEO buys out an entire theatre for his working class girl.

Adam goes through what I went through with OCD. It is not fun.

It is now a horror movie. Adam floats in the air. That was not a symptom I had with OCD.

Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away with him to the stars. Aziraphale says no. Crowley is upset and my baby Azi looks so sad and confused about everything he believes in. Great. I'm totally fine, I think as I start stuffing my emotional support orange into my mouth.

It is now a Home Alone movie. Crowley in gloves is sexy. Mmmmmmm yes. Crowley does great advertising for plant spray bottles as he murders and threatens demons.

I point out that the GO book says Crowley can do "weird things with his tongue" as I learned from the GO scent guide company page. It was after all the most relevant take-away from that page.

Disco Tony arrives. This is not a safe space.

AZIRAPHALE KEEPS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING AND IS FAILED BY HEAVEN LEAVE MY BABY AZI ALONE WTF GO AWAY. THE ANGELS WALL SLAM HIM TOO. THAT'S CROWLEY'S THING YOU BASTARDS.

Newt and Anathema are cute. I DON'T NOTICE BECAUSE IM SO UPSET HE'S CHEATING ON MAUDE AND WONDERING WHY THE CHAT IS OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE I AM A FOOL WHO CONTINUES TO MIX UP NEWT WITH NOT-NEWT AND THEN THE CHAT TELLS ME NOT-NEWT DIED AND I'M CONFUSED.

Newt and Anathema are having sex. As an aspec person, I am very alarmed at the visuals.

Azi is failed by heaven and the metatron. Shocker. Fucking get away from Azi. Azi is miserable and looks like he wants to cry.

AZI IS EXORCISED AND THE FUCKING FLAME CATCHES IN THE BOOKSHOP AND THE EPISODE ENDS.

TAKE MY PAIN MOTHERFUCKERS. I WILL POST THIS AND THEN WRITE THE EP5 PART.

[therainbowwillow]

Resisting Project 2025's Attacks Queer and Trans Students

What is Project 2025? Project 2025 is a document produced by The Heritage Foundation, an American right-wing think tank, outlining a conservative political plan they hope to see implemented by the next Republican president (now President-Elect Donald Trump).

What does Project 2025 say about education broadly? Project 2025 suggests a wide variety of extreme measures to be taken against progressive values in public schools from promoting "school choice" (policies that, in reality, do not improve student outcomes and make education into a competitive market rather than a public good) to rolling back nondiscrimination regulations to dissolving the Department of Education entirely. Many of Project 2025's proposed policies would leave minoritized students more vulnerable to discrimination in schools and some policies support discrimination against them outright (see below).

What does Project 2025 say about queer and trans rights in school? Project 2025 makes a few proposals and claims regarding gender and sexuality:

Schools should "[reject] gender ideology" in the name of "safeguarding civil rights" (page 322)

Title IX protections (which are in place to prevent discrimination on the basis of sex in educational environments) should be rolled back (page 331)

The attempt to add a "non-binary" option when collecting school data should be rescinded (page 322)

"Sex" under Title IX should be defined to mean "only biological sex recognized at birth" (page 333)

There is "no scientific basis" for the idea that sex should be "redefin[ed]" as "sexual orientation and gender identity," a claim which they don't even attempt to cite a source for (page 333)

Being trans is a "social contagion" that causes young AFAB people to want to mutilate their bodies (pages 345-346)

Schools should forbid public education employees from using their students' preferred names and pronouns without parental consent (page 346)

We might expect to see some sources cited for these bold claims and proposals, but for all forty-five pages of the "Department of Education" section of this document, there are only 19 footnotes.

Project 2025 is an under-researched, ultra-conservative playbook that lays out the groundwork for how we can best discriminate against the most vulnerable members of our communities.

Now that Trump has been elected, what can we do to prepare for and resist Project 2025's proposals for education?

Understand what we're up against: Reading through the document itself is a disheartening process, but if you're in a place to do so, it's worth a try. The authors of Project 2025 tend to be pretty mask-off---they'll tell you all about the harm they intend to do. If you'd prefer not to waste hours of your life reading a document that periodically drops phrases so cringy they might make your soul leave your body (see: "woke diversicrats"), you can just read a summary. The ACLU has a good one that can be accessed here.

Teachers, get active in your union: Project 2025 is explicitly anti-union. It even accuses two of the US's biggest teachers' unions of "promot[ing] radical racial and gender ideologies in schools" (page 342). Working class solidarity is how we achieve the collective power we'll need to fight these policies in our schools. (Here is how the Chicago Teacher's Union is practicing resistance---a case study!)

Build community and support networks: This could mean making a point to talk to a few new people while you're attending a protest, attending school meetings with a group of fellow progressives, breaking up capitalist markets by planning/attending a mutual aid fair, or just chatting and laughing with some friends. The goal of fascism is to make us feel isolated. Don't let them succeed.

Take care of yourself: Project 2025's proposals are scary, especially for people whose very identities are being targeted. Don't let anyone tell you that you're "failing at activism" if you need to take a step back.

Teachers (and parents of minoritized students), assure your students and kids that you are on their side: If you're able, hang up a pride flag in your classroom/house, include an optional question about students' preferred pronouns on your introduction survey, and/or include minoritized authors and history in your classes. Have your students learn about Stonewall, read some short stories by James Baldwin, analyze Audre Lorde's poems, and/or introduce them to your favorite queer/BIPOC/disabled/immigrant authors and thinkers. Representation matters!

Sign the ACLU's petition to stop Project 2025: It's important to show lawmakers that Project 2025's radical and dangerous ideas do not represent what we want for our country.

Donate: The Southern Poverty Law Center, ACLU, and lots of other civil rights organizations are fighting hard against Project 2025 and the Trump Administration's policy proposals. Consider sending a donation to an organization that aligns with your values.

No matter how hard Trump and his cronies fight, LGBTQ+ people will always exist in our schools. They will never get rid of us and they will never drown out our voices. We will always demand to be safe, accepted, and included and we will win.

[legacyofacat]

GB's Development Blog / Masterpost

Just an overview of my projects and their status (for you and me) because... dunno. could be interesting I guess?

Try Series:

Try of Maks (main series comic): fully sketched/prepared. Pages in need of finishing & publishing

Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel: Completed

Nimbus Child I: Games of War: Completeted

Nimbus Try II: Ghost Hunt: Completed

Nimbus Try III: Utosia: Currently being published

Nimbus Try IV: Mythological!AU: To be published

Nimbus Try V: Cor!AU: To be published

Nimbus Try VI: Written part finished. Comic fully sketched.

Nimbus Try VII: Ego: To be published

Nimbuy Try VIII: Usurpator: To be published

Nimbus Try IX: Non-existing and Continuous World: Planned as game (visual novel-esque). Script completed. Character sprites sketched. Backgrounds, speech boxes, scene art still needed.

Try X: Nemo: fully sketched

Your Garden of Woe:

Bloody Sakura in a Field of Poppies: To be published

Wings of Ruby: To be published

In Order to Fulfill my Purpose: To be published

Songbird: To be published

The War I Chose to Wage Against the Stars: unfinished

Arpeggio of Blue Steel:

Where Your Core Rests: Kongou x Reader. Completed

Azur Arpeggio: Azur Lane/Arpeggio crossover. Request from Wattpad. Unfinished

Black Swarm: Merpeople AU featuring either Maya and Kongou or the Reader and Kongou. Existence pending

Deep Deep Blue: Maya is stuck in a time loop to save Kongou. unfinished

Murder Can Get You... a Wife?: Kongou x Reader / Kongou & Reader (will probably be readable as both). Unfinished

Other:

Dreamcaught Butterfly: Hollow Knight fanfic born quite literally from a dream, where the Blackwyrm came back to life to be a pain in PK's side. Will probably never be worked on

Character Designs / Redesigns (Crossed out = Finished):

Normal ships:

H41 (J) Barbarossa

H42 (K) Hohenzollern

H43(L) Manfred von Richthofen (converted CV)

H44 (M) Lothar von Richthofen (converted CV)

H40 (I) Hindenburg

H39 (H) Friedrich der Große

Preußen (H-43, L)

Kriegsglück (H-44, M)

Tirpitz

Bismarck

Gneisenau

Scharnhorst

Flugzeugträger A, Graf Zeppelin

Flugzeugträger B, Peter Strasser

Flugzeugträger C 

Flugzeugträger D

O Odin

P Wotan

Q Beowulf

Seydlitz/Weser

Lützow/Tallinn

Mainz

Kiel

Thüringen

München

Rostock

Hamburg 

Clemenceau

Gascogne

Lion (1910)

Princess Royal

Kirishima (DD)

Kongou (DD)

SS Scharnhorst (Shin'yō)

HMVS Cerberus

Sovetskaya Gruziya

Temeraire (Lion-class BB)

Irbis (name subject to change, Lion-class hybrid battleship)

111 / Kii

797 / Oki

Shinano

Kashino

Hood

Howe

King George V

Ohio (Montana-class)

Maine (Montana-class)

Flandre (Alsace-class)

Impero (Littorio-class)

Roma (Littorio)

Italia / Littorio

Dutch 1047 Battlecruiser Project Ship #1

Dutch 1047 Battlecruiser Project Ship #2

Pollux/Korai Maru/Hoyo

Endracht

De Zeven Provinciën

Carnarias & 

Baleares

Lepanto & 

España (Littorio class, the Spanish & Italian planned on building variations)

Piorun (loaned to the Polish Navy from the Royal Navy)

Fuji

Hatsuse

Yashima

Shikishima

Asahi

Mikasa

B-65 Kreuzer (Daisen & 

Kuro)

SS Gneisenau (Jade)

SS Potsdam (Elbe)

Lütjens

RLP

L20e Alpha (Ägir?)

U-556

Midway

Ark Royal

Royal Oak

Prinz Eitel Friedrich / Noske

Brandenburg 

SM U 29

Z1

Vanguard

I-403

I-404

I-405

U-2540 (Wilhelm Bauer) 

Undine

Alliance

Cachalot

U-2501

U-190

Salmon

Balao

S-1

U-74

Shenyang/Namikaze

Chungking/Huanghe/HMS Aurora

Irian/Ordzhonikidze

Hsienyang/USS Rodman

Loyang/Benson

USS BLACK

USS Farragut

USS Fletcher

USS Monagahan

Chung Mu/USS Erben

Hamakaze

USS Ringgold

Isokaze

U-181/I-501

Independence (CV-61)

Training ship Amerigo Vespucci

Taihō

Dresden

Kolberg

Graf Spee

Altmark/Uckermark „Uka Maru“

Von der Tann

Moltke

Derfflinger

U-69

Kaiser

König

Gryf

Bougainville

Black Swan

Sonne

Mars Nova

Pluto

Conte di Cavour

Dante Alighieri

Zuikaku

Shōkaku

Kaga

Hashidate

Katori (cruiser)

Ryūjō

Chikuma

Tenryū

Kuma

Yūbari 

Yahagi (Chikuma-class)

Amagi

Ashitaka/Takao

Myōkō

Tachibana

Shimakaze

Wakatake

Umikaze

Akizuki

Asashio

Kagerō

Kamikaze

Yashiro/Cheng An (Mikura-class)

Awrora

Diana

Nowik

Molotow

Nürnberg/Admiral Makarow

Swietlana / Krasny Krim

Gangut / Oktyabrskaya Revolutsiya

Noworossijsk/ Giulio Cesare

Moskwa (battlecruiser)

Kiew (dd leader)

Leningrad (dd leader)

Minsk (dd leader)

St. louis

Charleston

Alaska

Guam

Erie

Chester

Helena

Marblehead

Omaha

Constellation (lex class)

Lexington

Arizona

North Carolina

South Carolina

Wyoming

Iowa

Midway

Fusō

Kawachi

Mutsu

Nagato

Aoba

Orion

Strasbourg

Dunkerque

Duke of York

T-22

Nassau

Bayern

Prinz Eugen / Tegetthoff

ZF6 / L'Opiniâtre

Bellerophon

Eritrea

Kongou

Furutaka

Yūdachi (Nightmare of Solomon)

Ilmarinen

Aallokas

Isku

Ahven

Kuore

Lahna

Marat

Thule

Wasa

Drottning Victoria

Nordenskjöld

Wachtmeister

Munin

Gripen (1928)

Lindormen

Niels Juel

Marjata III/Eger

Ula

Uredd

Yavuz Sultan Selim/Goeben

Basra

Barbaros

Yıldırım

Yavuz

Gür

Svalbard

Kronprins Haakon

ORP Nawigator (spy ship)

Yantar

Alerta (Spanish spy ship)

Yuan Wang (specific ship undecided)

Elettra

Ta Kuan

Hai Pao/Tusk

Cochino

Hai Lung

Ukraina, dd (1917)

Starobilsk 

Ternopil

Lutsk

Dnipropetrovsk

Mykolaiv

Crocus

Naraku Maru

Matti Matti Maru

Myth ships:

Long Cheng (nur Myth)

Lóng guó

Kantorka (Flugzeugträger I (Imperial German project)

Nachthexe (improved Europa CV configuration)

Jingwei

Qilin

Chi Tu

Ruler

Crest

Turing (ex-Attero)

Hansa

Rhein (Flugzeugträger C)

Mosel (Flugzeugträger D)

Weiße Rose (ex-Geschwister Scholl) (repair ship)

Forgotten Ships:

Awa (Project 13 fast battleship)

Muroto (Project 13 fast battleship)

Tosa (named after bb, project 13)

Amaterasu (improved Taihō, G-15 Project)

HMS Faithful

SMS Fürst Bismarck

Babel

Other:

Nyx

Callisto

Rubyheart

Forestleaf

Cloud Melody

Bronze Hoof

Snowflake

Frost Cobra

Athena

Pallas

Ikra

Lillith

Aquabloom

Ayumi (redesign pending)

Bluestream

Daylight (+ new name)

Nightlight (+ new name)

Gaia

Nightmare Blood

Dark Blood

Lia

Lightwalker

Melody

Metimo

Mia

Chrysós (redesign pending)

Schatten

Sonata

Leafchild

Feanor

Great Four Winged One

Bai Ki

Theia

Mitemo's Butterfly

Latura

Anna Mitemo

various Masks

Eru

(content subject to change)

[auroraescritora]

SITTER’S LOVE (AMOR DE BABÁ) [Bi-lingual]- Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Arc 2, Chapter III (Arco 2, Capítulo III)

Post in English and Portuguese! / Post em português e Inglês!

Texto em português na segunda parte!

Hi, how are you all? Today I want to give you a heads-up. From next week I won't be posting the full stories here anymore, I'll be posting them on AO3 and Patreon too, as usual. This is to save time and also because few people read here, but I will post the shortfics here. I really don't have enough time to do everything I need to, so I'll have a few more hours off to try and keep writing the stories. I hope you can understand. In the meantime, our schedule remains the same, with new chapters every Tuesday or Wednesday.

Happy reading!

Arc 1:

[I] [II] [III, IV and V] [VI and VII] [VIII and IX] [X, XI, XII and XIII] [XIV] [XV] [XVI and XVII] [ XVIII and XIX] [XX and XXI] [XXII and XXIII] [XXIV, XXV and XXVI] [XXVII and XXVIII] [XXIX and XXX] [XXXI and XXXII]

Arc 2:

[Prologue/Prólogo] [I] [II]

Arc 2, Chapter III

“Good afternoon, class. Today we begin our ancient history course. For those who don't know me, I'm Percy Jackson. I'll be your instructor. Unfortunately, Professor Brunner won't be with us for this master class.”

Nico gasped and slowly raised his head, barely able to believe it. Percy, in a black suit with his hair slicked back, clean-shaven and looking healthier than ever, was welcoming the new class of the second semester with open arms. He had waited so long for this moment and now… now everything seemed wrong and out of place. Maybe if he snuck out no one would notice.

That's it, his stuff was still in his bag, he just needed to go to the back of the classroom, open the door and--

“Nicollas, where are you going?” He blinked and looked to the side, it was Silena who was calling him. With her long black hair and blue eyes, she looked at him worriedly, trying to pull him back to the chair. Alabaster was no different, he stared at him with a clenched jaw and an expression that could be described as “not very friendly”, seeming determined to continue their discussion. Nico didn’t care, and only realized what he was doing when he saw the way they were looking at him, as if he were crazy, his friends probably wondering what he would do next; what would be the next surprise Nico would prepare? The worst thing was that he couldn’t even blame them, it wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened; right, because, who would get up and just stand there in the middle of the way like that?

Well, today was his lucky day. Percy hadn't seen him yet, he had his broad and well-defined back, facing the opposite direction to them, taking some books out of his briefcase while the rest of the class whispered, discreetly, watching the heir of that university and half the city act as if he were a common and ordinary professor.

In the end, Nico let himself be pulled along by Silena who was huffing in impatience, and decided to ignore Alabaster, moving away from him. What could he do if that discussion now seemed empty and unimportant?

“Nicollas!” Silena called him once more, whispering so the teacher wouldn't hear them.

“Do you remember that rich, more experienced guy?” He muttered softly, distracted, leaning forward, trying to get a better look at what Percy was doing.

“Yeah. And?”

“So… it’s just that…”

The truth is that he couldn't take his eyes off Percy, something seemed to have changed in the man in front of him. And after so long... Nico just... he didn't know what to do. Alabaster was right there and so was Percy. What if... what if Percy being there was just a coincidence and didn't mean anything? What if he had come back to say that it all had been a joke?

“I can't believe you hid this from me! Tell me everything.”

“There's nothing to tell. I took care of his children.”

“So when you say you visit the children and their mother, you mean the Jackson family heirs and Annabeth Chase, one of the most influential women of recent years? Is that it? Nicollas! I need the details!”

“Is that true? Is he that guy?”

Shit! He had completely forgotten about Alabaster. Again, and in the same day!

“I--”

“…let's begin. First, your names.” Percy said, turning to the class.

Nico continued to observe Percy from that safe distance, memorizing every step of the man who was supposed to be his new teacher, paying more attention than he should have. He couldn't help it, Percy always had this vibe... this impression of... of expansion, of being in control, as if he took up more space than his physical body was capable of. And Nico? Well... Nico liked that. What could he say? He had had a traditional upbringing beyond belief. Only instead of Nico being the self-assured and controlling man, he preferred to be... to be the one who didn't need to control anything. Even if he was forced to take the reins of the situation from time to time.

Holding his breath, Nico watched as Percy picked up the roll call, stepped down from the podium, and began walking down the columns of the auditorium they were using as a classroom, greeting those he already knew.

“I see new faces here. Michel? Clarice?” He greeted them as the students identified themselves, and turned to the class, scanning the people, smiling as he went.

But, Nico? He lowered his head and hid behind Silena, even though there was no escape. Where could he go, sitting in the back of the auditorium?

“Silena.” Then Percy paused. “Nicollas Di Ângelo…? Nico?”

Nico was forced to raise his head, because no one called him Nico anymore, that is, only when they were angry with him, not even on the roll call was that name; that was because no one at the college knew him by his full name. He was Nicollas Di Ângelo and nothing more than that. Nico was someone else, he was a poor and scared little boy who lived to please people who didn't deserve his respect.

“Your name is Nico?” Silena said beside him. He knew it was an attempt to lighten the mood. However, there was nothing that would make him take his eyes off Percy.

Do you remember what he said, that Percy seemed different? Nico still couldn't explain exactly why. Which didn't stop Percy from approaching their group. Nico watched, holding his breath once more, as Percy came towards him.

On the outside, Percy looked the same as ever, calm and smiling, although… oh… although his shoulders were broader and his chest was jutting out, seeming to parade, taller and bigger than before. Nico couldn't help but notice how his arms didn't seem to have much room inside that light, tight shirt, a few buttons undone leaving nothing to the imagination. His eyes, oh, those green eyes were what really stole his breath. It was the complete package, the light green, bluish eyes that smiled along with Percy's lips, stretched into a cute dimple, promising fun and maybe something more. However, if Nico had learned one thing in this life it was that the more Percy smiled, the more he had to hide.

And no, none of that was important. The thing to note was the way Percy acted, standing right in the middle of the room where everyone could see them; Percy looked into his eyes, stopped right in front of their group and crouched down, getting to Nico's level and looking at him very closely. Nico could even see Percy's hand coming towards him, in an attempt to caress his face. 

But it never did; Percy looked at him for long moments and Nico looked back, now seeing Percy's face slightly pale and with dark circles that weren't usually there. He wanted to ask, "Are you okay?", "Are you getting enough sleep?” But it was hard to speak, it was hard to choose the right word after all this time.

“Nico. You…” Percy continued to stare at him and seemed to move even closer to him. Percy wet his lips and swallowed, his hands restless, slowly approaching. “How are you?”

Hm. Good question. He didn't know. Nico didn't know anything, nothing beyond his eyes that kept blurring. What hurt the most was the fact that he could hear that insecurity in Percy's voice, that hesitation, as if Percy was there out of obligation; something he had to do and nothing more.

“I've been better.”

The answer had the effect he expected, Percy smiled even harder and the first tear ran down Nico's face. He couldn't do that, not in the middle of those people.

“If you allow me…”

“I'm sorry.” Nico heard Percy say, but he didn't stop to see what would happen next.

He stood up, walked to the back of the room, and left through the emergency door. He didn't know where he was going or why he was running. Was this what he wanted, wasn't it? Wasn't that why he had asked Annabeth to get involved in this mess? Nico took a few more steps away from the door and stopped halfway, letting himself fall against the wall. Wasn't it funny? The perfect Nico Di Ângelo hiding like a scared little boy? Should he run to the cafeteria? Hide in some random room? Go home and have to face his roommate? He was so tired that he just allowed himself to stand there, leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

His peace didn't last long, soon he heard footsteps coming down the hallway, heavy and hurried footsteps, and just hearing that sound was enough to take him back to those two months, to the memory of them, when Percy would pass by the room where he was with the children or when Percy would walk behind him in the kitchen and stroke his hair in passing, sitting next to him or going up the stairs to continue working in his improvised office. But there they were, Nico with his eyes closed trying to breathe slowly and Percy close to him, merely standing in front of him, hovering over him, making him feel Percy's warmth so close and, at the same time, so far away.

In a moment of spontaneity that Nico didn't expect, Percy brought his hands to his face and wiped away the tear that was falling. Was he crying? Nico must have been used to it by now. The problem was that another one fell and another, his silent crying, bringing that anger, that seemed to have faded, to the surface.

“I'm sorry?” Nico said. “I can't believe you did this to me! What good will it do?!”

Nico pushed Percy's hand away and punched him in the chest. And Percy just... stood there, holding Nico so he wouldn't get hurt himself and let Nico take it all out on him; Percy knew he deserved that and more.

“Nico, I didn't mean to… you looked so happy… please.”

“How did you know I was happy? Have you been watching me?”

“I… I wanted to surprise you. I went to your house and your roommate told me that you had gone to the mall to eat. It had to be McDonald's. So, I went there. I found you. And a man came in with you, tall, dark-skinned. You were smiling so much that I… I didn't have the courage to approach you. I had no right after everything I did to you.”

“Percy.”

Nico didn't know what to think anymore. All it took was one word and he was already tempted to forgive him? He knew Percy was keeping track of what was going on in his life, but this was a bit too much. If Annabeth didn't talk to him, would Percy never show up again? He... he didn't understand.

“I thought… I thought you liked me. Didn't you care at all? Did you have to keep me waiting all this time?”

“I didn't think you were waiting for… you--”

“Are you blaming me? Is that it?” That was too much.

“No! That's not what I meant! I'm no good for you. You deserve more than I can offer. Someone younger and more understanding, someone with fewer problems, with fewer flaws. Look at me? Don't you see what a mess I am? How could anyone have the guts to be with me?”

“Percy! You're not… you're not like that.”

“Of course I am! You weren't there, you didn't see it! I always make the wrong decision, I always hurt people.”

“You've never done this to me.” 

Percy had saved him.

“Nico, don't you realize? I abused you! You were so young and innocent. I used you to get revenge on Annabeth! I--”

“I don't care. Are you still using me? Maybe I took advantage of the situation too.”

“What do I have to do to make you understand? I was… I was the adult. I was going to… I was almost-- You can't think this is normal! I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Percy.” This time, he was the one who grabbed Percy's face, making him look at him. “I knew what was happening, I knew it had to be something… fun and over with. I know… maybe I just didn't want to be the perfect, well-behaved little boy. You had this bad boy vibe that I couldn't resist.”

“I… really?” Percy said, stepping closer, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “You looked so innocent…”

“I know. I liked it. The way you looked at me, the way you touched me, even though it wasn't right. If it weren't for the age difference, I would have--”

“I wasn't thinking clearly. If I could, I would change everything.” Percy insisted.

“I wouldn't change a thing.” Nico said, looking into Percy's eyes, standing on his tiptoes. “That's why I love you, you're different from other men. You didn't try to take advantage of me and you still took care of me. I just wanted you to trust me.”

“I trust you. With my children. With my life.” Percy stepped a little closer, almost touching their bodies, his voice coming out low and breathy, careful, in the echoing hallway.

“So why have you kept me in the dark all this time?”

“I thought it was the right thing to do. One day you would forget me and everything would be as it should have been.

“And what exactly would that be? You fucking the whole town and me marrying someone proper? Someone who will treat me like I'm made of glass? Someone suitable?”

“Nico, baby, you deserve the world.”

“I never asked for any of this! I'm tired of people deciding how I should live! Are you going to do it too? Because if you do, you can go back to where you came from. This Nico is in the past.”

Nico turned around, about to leave when Percy grabbed him by the arm:

“That's not what I meant! You know that. I respect your opinion.”

“Not enough to tell if you were still alive, right? I had to find out from your ex-wife! From the kids!”

“Nico, I--”

“You know what? I'm tired of this. In the end, you're no different than them. You have to be in control, don't you? You have to be the big alpha male who decides everything on your own, hm? Maybe you should be alone too.”

Nico finally broke free from Percy and went back the way he had come. He entered the room, sat down in his seat and ignored the people who looked at him, confused and suspicious, as they always did.

“Is everything okay?” Silena asked as he sat down in the chair.

“It couldn't be better.”

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Oii, como vão todos? Hoje quero dar um aviso. A partir da próxima semana não vou mais postar as histórias completas por qui, vou postá-las no AO3 e no Patreon também, como de costume. Isso é para poupar tempo e também porque poucas pessoas leem por aqui, mas vou postar as shortfics por aqui. De verdade, falta tempo para fazer tudo o que eu preciso, e assim, vou ter mais algumas horas de folga para tentar continuar escrevendo as histórias. Espero que vocês possam entender. Entretanto, nosso cronograma continua o mesmo, capítulos novos sempre as terças ou quartas.

Boa leitura!

Arco 2, Capítulo III

— Boa tarde, turma. Hoje iniciamos nosso curso de história antiga. Para quem não me conhece, sou Percy Jackson. Serei seu instrutor no lugar do professor Brunner. Ele infelizmente não estará conosco nesse mestre.

Nico arfou e levantou a cabeça lentamente, mal podendo acreditar. Percy, em um terno negro e cabelos jogados para trás, de barba feita e parecendo mais saudável do que nunca recebia de braços abertos a nova turma do segundo semestre letivo. Ele tinha esperado tanto por esse momento e agora… agora tudo parecia errado e fora do lugar. Talvez se ele saísse de fininho ninguém perceberia. 

Isso, suas coisas ainda estavam na bolsa, ele só precisava ir até o fundo da classe, abrir a porta e--

— Nicollas, onde você está indo? — Ele piscou e olhou para o lado, era Silena quem o chamava. Com seus longos cabelos negros e olhos azuis, ela o encarava preocupada, tentando o puxar de volta para a cadeira. Alabaster não era diferente, ele o encarava com o maxilar trincado e uma expressão que poderia ser descrita como “pouco amigável”, parecendo decidido a continuar a discussão. Nico não se importava, e só percebeu o que fazia quando viu a forma que eles o olhavam, como se ele fosse louco, os amigos provavelmente se perguntando o que ele faria em seguida; qual seria a próxima surpresa que Nico aprontaria? O pior era que ele nem podia culpá-los, não seria a primeira vez que algo assim acontecia; certo, porque, quem é que se levantava e ficava parado ali no meio do caminho daquele jeito? 

Bem, hoje era seu dia de sorte. Percy ainda não tinha o visto, ele tinha as costas largas e bem definidas, virado para a direção contrária a deles, tirando alguns livros de sua maleta enquanto o resto da classe cochichava, discretos, vendo o herdeiro daquela universidade e metade da cidade agir como se ele fosse um professor comum e ordinário. 

No fim, Nico se deixou puxar por Silena que bufava de impaciência, e decidiu ignorar Alabaster, se afastando dele. O que ele podia fazer se aquela discussão agora parecia vazia e sem importância?

— Nicollas! — Silena o chamou mais uma vez, sussurrando para que o professor não os escutasse.

— Você se lembra daquele cara rico, mais experiente? — Ele murmurou baixinho, distraído, se inclinando para a frente, tentando enxergar melhor o que Percy fazia.

— O quem tem ele?

— Então… é que… 

A verdade é que ele não conseguia desgrudar os olhos de Percy, algo parecia ter mudado no homem que estava a sua frente. E depois de tanto tempo… Nico só… ele não sabia o que fazer. Alabaster estava bem ali e Percy também. E se… e se Percy estar ali fosse apenas uma coincidência e não significasse nada? E se ele tivesse voltado para dizer que tudo tinha sido uma brincadeira?

— Eu não acredito que você escondeu isso de mim! Me conta tudo.

— Não tem nada pra contar. Eu cuidava dos filhos dele.

— Então, quando você diz que visita as crianças e a mãe delas, você quer dizer os herdeiros da família Jackson e Annabeth Chase, uma das mulheres mais influentes dos últimos anos? É isso? Nicollaso! Eu preciso dos detalhes!

— Isso é verdade? Ele é aquele cara?

Merda! Ele tinha esquecido completamente de Alabaster. Mais uma vez, e no mesmo dia!

— Eu--

— …mos começar. Primeiro, seus nomes. — Percy disse, se voltando para a classe.

Nico continuou a observar Percy daquela distância segura, memorizando cada passo do homem que deveria ser seu novo professor, prestando mais atenção do que devia. Não conseguia evitar, Percy sempre teve essa vibe… essa impressão de… de expansão, de estar no controle, como se ele ocupasse mais espaço do que seu corpo físico era capaz. E Nico? Bem… Nico gostava disso. O que ele podia dizer? Ele teve uma criação tradicional além da conta. Só que ao invés de Nico ser o homem seguro de si e controlador, ele preferia ser… ser aquele que não precisava controlar nada. Mesmo que ele fosse obrigado a tomar as rédeas da situação de vez em quando.

Segurando a respiração, Nico viu o momento em que Percy pegou o diário de chamada, desceu do palanque e começou a andar pelos corredores do auditório que eles usavam como classe de aula, cumprimentando aqueles que ele já conhecia.

— Vejo novos rostos aqui. Michel? Clarice? — Ele os cumprimentou quando os alunos se identificaram, e se virou para a classe, passando seus olhos pelas pessoas, sorrindo enquanto ia. 

Já Nico? Ele abaixou a cabeça e se escondeu atrás de Silena, embora não houvesse escapatória. Para onde eles poderiam ir, sentados no fundo do auditório?

— Silena. — Então, Percy fez uma pausa. — Nicollas Di Ângelo…? Nico?

Nico foi obrigado a levantar a cabeça, porque ninguém o chamava de Nico, quer dizer, só quando estavam bravos com eles, nem mesmo na lista de chamada esse nome estava; isso era porque ninguém na faculdade o conhecia por seu nome completo. Ele era Nicollas Di Ângelo e nada mais do que isso. Nico era outra pessoa, era um garotinho pobre e assustado que vivia para agradar pessoas que não mereciam seu respeito.

— Seu nome é Nico? — Silena disse a seu lado. Ele sabia ser uma tentativa de aliviar o ambiente. Porém, não tinha nada que faria ele desgrudar os olhos de Percy.

Vocês se lembram do que ele comentou, que Percy parecia diferente? Nico ainda não conseguia explicar exatamente o motivo. O que não impediu Percy de se aproximar do grupo deles. Nico observou, prendendo o ar mais uma vez, Percy vindo em sua direção. 

Por fora, Percy parecia o mesmo de sempre, calmo e sorridente, embora… ah… embora seus ombros fossem largos e seu peito estivesse estufado para a frente, parecendo desfilar, mais alto e maior que antes. Nico não podia evitar notar, como seus braços pareciam não ter muito espaço dentro daquela camisa clara e apertada, alguns botões abertos não deixando nada para a imaginação. Seus olhos, ah, aqueles olhos verdes eram o que realmente roubava seu ar. Era o pacote completo, os olhos verde-claros, azulados, que sorriam  junto com os lábios de Percy, esticados em uma covinha bonita, prometendo diversão e talvez, algo a mais. Entretanto, se Nico tinha aprendido uma coisa naquela vida era que quanto mais Percy sorria, mais ele tinha a esconder.

E não, nada disso era importante. O fato a se observar era a forma que Percy agia, parado bem no meio da sala onde todos podiam vê-los; Percy olhou em seus olhos, parou bem em frente ao grupo deles e se agachou, ficando na altura de Nico e o encarou bem de perto. Nico até podia ver a mão de Percy vindo em direção a ele, acariciando seu rosto. Mas ela nunca veio; Percy olhou para ele por longos momentos e Nico olhou de volta, agora vendo o rosto de Percy ligeiramente pálido e com olheiras que não costumam estar lá. Ele queria perguntar, “Você está bem?”, “Está dormindo o suficiente?”. Mas era difícil falar, era difícil escolher a palavra certa depois de todo esse tempo. 

— Nico. Você… — Percy continuou o encarando e pareceu se aproximar ainda mais dele. Percy molhou os lábios e engoliu em seco, suas mãos inquietas, se aproximando devagar. — Como você está?

Hm. Boa pergunta. Ele não sabia. Nico não sabia de nada, nada além de seus olhos que cismavam em embaçar. O que mais doía era o fato dele escutar essa insegurança na voz de Percy, essa hesitação, como se Percy estivesse ali por obrigação; algo que ele devia fazer e nada além disso.

— Já estive melhor.

A resposta teve o efeito que ele esperava, Percy sorriu com mais força ainda e a primeira lágrima escorreu pelo rosto de Nico. Ele não podia fazer aquilo, não no meio daquelas pessoas.

— Se você me permite…

— Eu sinto muito. — Nico ouviu Percy dizer, mas ele não parou para ver o que aconteceria em seguida. 

Ele se levantou, seguiu para o fundo da sala e saiu pela porta de emergência. Não sabia para onde ia ou entendia porque fugia. Era isso o que queria, não? Não era por isso que ele tinha pedido a Annabeth para se meter nessa confusão? Nico deu mais alguns passos para longe da porta e parou no meio do caminho, se deixando despencar contra a parede. Não era engraçado? O tão perfeito Nico Di Ângelo se escondendo feito um menininho assustado? Ele devia fugir para a cantina? Se enfiar em uma sala qualquer? Ir para casa e ter que enfrentar seu colega de quarto? Ele estava tão cansado que apenas se permitiu ficar parado ali, repousando contra a parede, tentando recuperar o fôlego.

Sua paz não durou muito, logo ouviu passos vindo pelo corredor, passos pesados e apressados, e apenas de ouvir esse som foi o suficiente para levá-lo para aqueles dois meses, para a memória deles, quando Percy iria passar pela sala onde ele estava com as crianças ou quando Percy andaria por detrás dele na cozinha e acariciaria seus cabelos de passagem, se sentando a seu lado ou subindo as escadas para continuar trabalhando em seu escritório improvisado. Mas ali eles estavam, Nico de olhos fechados tentando respirar devagar e Percy perto dele, meramente parado à sua frente, pairando sobre ele, o fazendo sentir o calor de Percy tão perto e, ao mesmo tempo, tão longe.

Em um momento de espontaneidade que Nico não esperava, Percy levou as mãos a seu rosto e limpou a lágrima que escorria. Ele estava chorando? Nico já devia estar acostumado com isso. O problema é que caiu outra e outra, seu choro silencioso, trazendo aquela raiva que parecia ter se esvaído a superfície.

— Sinto muito? — Ele disse. — Eu não acredito que você fez isso comigo! O que isso vai adiantar?! 

Nico empurrou a mão de Percy para longe e bateu no peito dele. E Percy apenas… continuou ali, segurando Nico para ele não se machucar e deixou que Nico descontasse tudo contra ele; Percy sabia que merecia isso e muito mais.

— Nico, eu não quis… você parecia tão feliz… por favor.

— Como você sabia se eu estava feliz? Você andou me vigiando?

— Eu… eu queria te surpreender. Fui na sua casa e seu colega de quarto me disse que você tinha ido no shopping comer. Só podia ser no McDonald's. Então, eu fui lá. Eu te encontrei. E entrei um homem com você, alto, de pele escura. Você sorria tanto que eu… eu não tive coragem de me aproximar. Eu não tinha direito depois de tudo o que eu fiz com você.

— Percy. 

Nico não sabia mais o que pensar. Só uma palavra foi necessária e ele já estava tentado a perdoá-lo? Ele sabia que Percy acompanhava o que acontecia em sua vida, mas isso era um pouco demais. Se Annabeth não falasse com ele, Percy nunca mais iria aparecer? Ele… ele não entendia.

— Eu pensei… pensei que você gostava de mim. Você não se importou nenhum pouquinho? Teve que me deixar esperando todo esse tempo?

— Eu não pensei que você estivesse esperando… você--

— Você está me culpando? É isso? — Isso já era demais.

— Não! Não foi isso o que eu quis dizer! Eu não sou bom pra você. Você merece mais do que eu posso oferecer. Alguém mais novo e mais compreensivo, alguém com menos problemas, com menos falhas. Olha para mim? Você não vê a bagunça que eu sou? Como alguém teria coragem de ficar comigo?

— Percy! Você não é… você não é isso.

— É claro que eu sou! Você não esteve lá, você não viu! Sempre tomo a decisão errada, eu sempre machuco as pessoas.

— Você nunca fez isso comigo. — Percy tinha lhe salvado.

— Nico, você não percebe? Eu abusei de você! Você era tão novo e inocente. Eu te usei para me vingar da Annabeth! Eu--

— Eu não me importo. Você ainda está me usando? Talvez eu tenha me aproveitado da situação também.

— O que eu tenho que fazer para você entender? Eu era… eu era o adulto. Eu ia… eu estava quase-- Você não pode achar que isso é normal! Pensei que você fosse mais inteligente do que isso.

— Percy. — Dessa vez, foi ele quem segurou no rosto de Percy, o fazendo encará-lo. — Eu sabia o que estava acontecendo, sei que devia ser algo… divertido e acabar logo. Eu sei que… talvez eu só quisesse não ser o garotinho perfeito e bem-comportado. Você tinha essa aura de badboy que eu não podia resistir.

— Eu… serio? — Percy disse, se aproximando, inclinando a cabeça feito um cachorrinho confuso. — Você parecia tão inocente…

— Eu sei. Eu gostava disso. Do jeito que você me olhava, do jeito que você me tocava, mesmo que não fosse certo. Se não fosse a diferença de idade, eu teria--

— Eu não estava raciocinando bem. Se eu pudesse, mudaria tudo. — Percy insistiu.

— Eu não mudaria nada. — Nico disse olhando nos olhos de Percy, ficando nas pontas dos pés. — É por isso que eu te amo, você é diferente dos outros homens. Você não tentou se aproveitar de mim e ainda cuidou de mim. Eu só queria que você confiasse em mim.

— Eu confio. Com meus filhos. Com a minha vida. — Percy se aproximou mais um pouco, quase juntando seus corpos, sua voz saindo baixinha e arfada, cuidadosa, pelo corredor ecoante.

— Então, por que você me manteve no escuro todo esse tempo?

— Eu achei que era o certo. Um dia você ia me esquecer e tudo ficaria como deveria.

— E como seria isso exatamente? Você transando com a cidade inteira e eu me casando com alguém correto? Alguém que vai me tratar como se eu fosse de vidro? Alguém adequado?

— Nico, bebê, você merece o mundo.

— Eu nunca pedi nada disso! Estou cansado das pessoas decidindo como eu devo viver! Você também vai fazer isso? Porque se for, você pode voltar de onde veio. Esse Nico ficou no passado.

Nico se virou, prestes a ir embora quando Percy o segurou pelo braço:

— Não foi o que eu quis dizer! Você sabe disso. Eu respeito sua opinião.

— Não o suficiente para dizer se você ainda estava vivo, não? Eu tive que saber pela sua ex-mulher! Pelas crianças!

— Nico, eu--

— Quer saber? Estou cansado disso. No fim, você não é diferente deles. Você tem que ter o controle, não tem? Tem que ser o macho alfa que decide tudo sozinho, hm? Talvez você deva ficar sozinho também.

Nico finalmente se soltou de Percy e voltou por onde tinha vindo. Ele entrou na sala, se sentou em seu lugar e ignorou as pessoas que olhavam para ele, confusas e desconfiadas, como sempre acontecia.

— Está tudo bem? — Silena perguntou quando ele se sentou na cadeira.

— Não poderia estar melhor.

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BJU named two new Board members over homecoming.

Deanna Fitzgerald Brammer graduated in 1990 and lives with her husband James here in Greenville County. James did not graduate from BJU, but he did teach up through May 2020. He taught a lot!

Ba 301-Business Law

Ac 401-Taxation of Individuals

AC 411-Taxation of Business Entities

PL 101-Introduction to Law and Ethics

PL 121-Torts

Additionally he was the

University Title IX Coordinator - reviewed claims of sexual abuse and/or harassment

Member, Academic Integrity Committee - heard and reviewed claims of academic cheating and plagiarism; served as substitute Chair of the Committee on occasion

Faculty Advisor, University Business Association - Student organization focused on professional development

Program Coordinator, Paralegal Studies - Prepared the curriculum and established program requirements when the University decided to offer an associate degree in Paralegal Studies

Academic Advisor to approximately 60 students seeking Business Administration degrees

University Legal Advisor - provide occasional legal advice to University Press regarding contracts and intellectual property matters

So .... if BJU is still acting like BJU has acted for a century, this is BJU's way of keeping this legal counsel close without actually paying anybody anything.

And Carolyn Mook Rohrer graduated from BJU in 2002 and was originally from Phoenix, but now she lives in San Diego. Her daughter is currently a member of the BJU Class of 2027.

Needed to bring on more women, BJU, without getting any one who would stand up to you, maybe?

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THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT JOHN BERCHMANS The Young Jesuit Scholastic Feast Day: August 13 (until 1969), November 26 (after 1969)

"To merit the protection of Mary, the smallest act of veneration would be enough, provided that it is performed with constancy."

St. John Berchmans was born in Diest, Belgium (in Flanders - part of the Seventeen Provinces, now in present Flemish Brabant) of very pious parents. His father was a shoemaker and three of their five children entered religious life. John studied in the local school and lived in the rectory of Notre Dame parish with other boys interested in the priesthood where he learn to pray and to serve Mass. When his father could no longer afford his education and withdrew him from school, John was very disappointed as he knew that he could never become a priest. The pastor of the Diest Beguinage offered to take John into his house as a servant and pay for his education in return. Later John served in Canon Froymont's household in Mechlin, served at tables, ran errands and care for other boarders. It was tough work after a full day in class but John’s desire to become a priest spurred him on.

In 1615, when the Society opened its college in Mechlin, John transferred there, met the Jesuits and decided to join them rather than the diocesan priesthood. As a novice, he performed all the prescribed duties with joy and exactness. He learned self control and not yield to instinct. Nothing was too small or humiliating for him as everything was the will of God. His mother died in 1616 and his father gave up his shoemaker shop and entered the diocesan seminary and was ordained a priest in 1618. Not only was Alphonsus now without family but his cloth business began to decline due to heavy taxes levied on exporting wool products that he was finally forced to give it up.

John began his philosophy in Antwerp in 1618, but was sent to study at the Roman college soon after. He was faithful to his religious duties and studies and did so well that when he concluded his philosophy in 1621, he was asked to defend his course in a public disputation. His health suffered during his studies and deteriorated while preparing for the disputation. After the disputation, he was to represent the Roman College at another disputation at the Greek College and the day after this he had his first attack of dysentery followed by fever which persisted. His superior sent him to the infirmary when he became pale and weak but his illness grew worse and feeble when his lungs became inflamed.

When it was clear that John was quickly slipping away, the whole Jesuit community came in procession bringing the Last sacrament to its dying brother. After receiving the Lord, John asked to be anointed. Everyone was in tears; John alone was calm, asked for his crucifix, rosary, and rule book and said: 'These are the three things most dear to me; with them I willingly die.'

The next day he endured a stream of Jesuits and classmates coming to see him for the last time. Fr. General also paid him a visit. John spent his last night on earth in prayer. The following morning, August 13, 1621, when the Jesuit community heard the tolling of the bell at 8.30, they knew that John was in Paradise.

It was the simplicity of John's life that made him attractive. His rector wrote: 'What we universally admired in him was that in all the virtues he showed himself perfect and that, with the help of divine grace, to which he responded his utmost, he performed all his actions with all the perfection that can be imagined.'

The Jesuits in Rome were convinced that John was a saint, and within a year after his death they began gathering data to be used for his beatification. Extraordinary accomplishments are not required for holiness. It was John Berchmans' ordinary deeds done extraordinarily well that brought him to sanctity.

John is beatified on May 9, 1865 by Pope Pius IX, and canonized a saint on January 15, 1888 by Pope Leo XIII.

Source: The Jesuits Prayer Ministry Singapore

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The Scholar Batch Revolution at ODM Public School, Bhubaneswar

In an era where academic excellence meets innovative learning methodologies, ODM Public School, Bhubaneswar, stands as a beacon of progressive education. This school has revolutionised the concept of early academic preparation through its exclusive Scholar Batch program.

Building Foundations for Future Success

The Scholar Batch at ODM Public School represents more than just an academic program—it's a carefully crafted pathway to excellence. Designed specifically for students from Class VI to IX, this specialised initiative recognises that the journey to competitive exam success begins much earlier than most parents realise. While many schools in Bhubaneswar have adopted similar approaches, ODM Public School has refined this concept to create something truly exceptional.

The program operates on a simple yet powerful principle: early preparation leads to extraordinary results. Students enrolled in the Scholar Batch receive comprehensive support that goes beyond traditional classroom teaching. They are exposed to advanced concepts, problem-solving techniques, and analytical thinking skills that form the bedrock of success in prestigious examinations like IIT-JEE, NEET, and NTSE.

A Culture of Innovation and Excellence

What sets ODM Public School apart from other schools in Bhubaneswar is its unwavering commitment to removing barriers to learning. The school has cultivated an environment where curiosity thrives and innovation flourishes. Students are encouraged to question, experiment, and explore beyond the confines of conventional textbooks.

The Scholar Batch benefits from the expertise of highly experienced faculty members who bring years of specialised knowledge to the classroom. These educators understand the unique challenges that competitive exam aspirants face and have developed teaching methodologies that make complex concepts accessible and engaging for young minds.

Integrated Learning Approach

The genius of the Scholar Batch lies in its integration with the regular school curriculum. Students don't have to choose between academic excellence and holistic development. Instead, they receive additional career growth classes that complement their standard studies, creating a well-rounded educational experience that prepares them for both immediate academic challenges and long-term career aspirations.

This integrated approach ensures that students develop not just academic prowess but also critical thinking skills, time management abilities, and the confidence needed to tackle highly competitive examinations. The program recognises that success in today's world requires more than just subject knowledge—it demands adaptability, creativity, and resilience.

Exclusive Opportunity for Dedicated Learners

Understanding the importance of personalised attention, ODM Public School maintains a limited number of seats in its Scholar Batch. This exclusivity ensures that each student receives individual guidance and support from faculty members, creating an environment where every learner can reach their full potential.

For parents seeking the best schools in Bhubaneswar, the Scholar Batch at ODM Public School represents an investment in their child's future—a chance to be part of an educational revolution that's shaping tomorrow's leaders today.

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Which is the Best School in Ghaziabad

A Legacy of Commitment & Excellence

Bhagirath Public School (BPS), established in 1975 by the visionary Late Smt. Kamla Sukul through the Bhagirath Sewa Sansthan, began with a mission to educate underprivileged children. Today, BPS stands as a premier institution in Ghaziabad, offering quality education from Playway to Class XII. With over 45 years of unwavering dedication, the school blends tradition and innovation to nurture future-ready learners.

Holistic, CBSE-Based Curriculum

Aligned with the CBSE board, BPS delivers a well-rounded curriculum that balances academics, creative arts, sports, and life skills. Their approach fosters holistic development:

Academic rigor: Emphasis on practical understanding and conceptual clarity.

Experiential learning: Through their Atal Tinkering Lab, science and maths laboratories, and a modern computer lab.

Life skills & personality development: Activities designed to build confidence, adaptability, and ethical awareness.

Infrastructure Designed for Growth

Located on a spacious Ghaziabad campus, BPS offers excellent infrastructure conducive to learning:

Smart, ventilated classrooms with interactive digital tools.

Specialized labs: Science, Maths, Computers, Language.

Atal Tinkering Lab (ATL): A NITI Aayog initiative fostering innovation.

Library: Stocked with diverse resources.

Arts & sports facilities: Dedicated art room, music/dance studios, sports room, plus a rifle/pistol shooting range.

Campus amenities: Wi‑Fi throughout, medical room, clean cafeteria, and school transport vehicles for safety and ease.

Academic & Co-Curricular Achievements

BPS has built a consistent reputation for excellence:

Students regularly achieve top scores in CBSE board exams.

The school advocates for co‑curricular brilliance— from sports events and inter-school competitions to music, dance, drama, and art showcases.

Celebrations of cultural events, quizzes, science fairs, and STEM challenges reflect a vibrant school spirit.

Safety, Discipline & Values

Safety and discipline form the backbone of school life at BPS:

Security systems: Closely monitored campus with CCTV, regulated entry points, and safety drills.

Value-based education: Stressing ethics, civic responsibility, empathy, and humility.

Health & medical support: Trained personnel and medical room ensure quick response to any health needs.

Inclusive & Engaging Culture

BPS prides itself on a nurturing environment:

Inclusivity: Students are encouraged to respect and celebrate differences.

Parental involvement: Regular PTMs and active communication channels (school app, newsletters, emails) keep families in the loop.

Community engagement: School initiatives include social outreach, awareness programs, and charity events.

Our Esteemed Faculty

BPS’s experienced and qualified faculty continuously refine their teaching methods. They integrate modern educational research and technology—smart classrooms, ATL, labs—to create an adaptive learning environment.

Preparing Global Citizens

Recognising the importance of global awareness, BPS sponsors educational trips, excursions, and cultural exchange opportunities—broadening student perspectives and fostering curiosity about the world.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

Q1: What grades and board does Bhagirath Public School offer? A: BPS provides a full range of schooling from Playway/Nursery through Grade 12. It follows the CBSE curriculum and is fully affiliated with the Central Board of Secondary Education.

Q2: What is the fee structure? A: For the current academic session, Nursery–KG is ₹20,300/month, Classes I–V ₹21,000, VI–VIII ₹21,200, IX ₹21,500, and XI ₹22,000. These rates include registration, admission, tuition, and other academic costs.

Q3: Where is the school located? A: BPS is located at B‑Block, Sector 23, Sanjay Nagar, Ghaziabad – PIN 201002.

Q4: Does BPS provide transportation and medical facilities? A: Yes! There’s a full medical room with trained staff on campus. Transport includes school buses equipped with GPS tracking, ensuring safe journeys.

Q5: What extracurriculars does the school offer? A: Diverse offerings include art, music, dance, drama, robotics, STEM activities, rifle/pistol shooting, and more. Regular inter-school competitions are held in sports and academics too.

Q6: How is student safety and discipline maintained? A: CCTV, secure entry/exit, safety drills, and a disciplined learning environment ensure student safety.

Q7: How strong are the school’s academic outcomes? A: BPS has a strong record of students scoring top marks in CBSE board exams. Their consistent performance cements their reputation.

Q8: What kind of parent engagement exists? A: Regular PTMs, newsletters, emails, and a school app ensure clear, transparent communication between parents and teachers.

Conclusion

Bhagirath Public School shines as one of Ghaziabad’s finest CBSE educational institutions. Its impressive infrastructure—from smart classrooms and digital labs to sports facilities and ATL—lays a strong foundation for learning. With balanced academics, extracurriculars, a rich cultural environment, and a commitment to values and discipline, BPS ensures holistic growth. The school’s consistent board exam successes, dedicated faculty, and inclusive philosophy underscore its standing as the best choice for CBSE schooling in Ghaziabad.

For parents seeking a school that integrates quality education, ethical growth, and character development, Bhagirath Public School is a trusted sanctuary of learning and empowerment.

Ready to take the next step? 📞 Contact: +91 0120 5154801 ✉ Email: bpsghaziabad@gmail.com 📍 Location: B‑Block, Sector 23, Sanjay Nagar, Ghaziabad (201002)

Enroll your child today at Ghaziabad’s leading CBSE school, where learning meets life.

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How Schools in Bhubaneswar Are Revolutionising Global Education for Tomorrow's Leaders?

In an era where geographical boundaries are increasingly becoming irrelevant, schools in Bhubaneswar are taking unprecedented steps to prepare students for a globally interconnected future. Leading this educational transformation is ODM Global School, which has emerged as a pioneer in providing international exposure that extends far beyond traditional classroom learning.

Breaking New Ground in International Education

ODM Global School stands out among schools in Bhubaneswar by integrating a comprehensive international education framework that goes beyond conventional CBSE curricula. This innovative approach recognises that today's students need more than academic knowledge—they need global competencies, cultural awareness, and international perspectives to thrive in tomorrow's world.

The school's commitment to global education is evident through its diverse panel of international educators who specialise in personality development, artificial intelligence, English communication, data analytics, personal branding, and entrepreneurship. This unique feature sets ODM apart from other educational institutions, ensuring students receive world-class instruction from experts across different continents throughout their academic journey.

Building Bridges Across Continents

What truly distinguishes ODM Global School from other schools in Bhubaneswar is its extensive network of international partnerships. Through collaboration with True Education Partnership, the school offers comprehensive exchange programs spanning the UK, Germany, Japan, Nepal, and various Asian nations. These partnerships offer students invaluable opportunities for cultural immersion and exposure to diverse educational systems.

The school's international university tie-ups further enhance these global connections, offering students comprehensive career counselling and insights into foreign education opportunities. This strategic approach ensures that students are not just academically prepared but also well-informed about their prospects in the global arena.

Excellence in Language Proficiency

As the exclusive Cambridge English Assessment Centre partner in Odisha, ODM Global School ensures its students achieve exceptional proficiency in English—a crucial skill for global communication. The school's Cambridge English Program, integrated from Class I through Class IX, focuses on developing all four language domains: speaking, listening, writing, and reading.

Students benefit from Cambridge-trained teachers, dynamic teaching methods, and specialised activities including debates, essay writing, and interactive sessions with native speakers. This comprehensive language preparation extends to coaching for international standardised tests, such as the SAT, IELTS, and TOEFL, providing students with the tools they need for higher education abroad.

Real-World Global Exposure

ODM Global School's commitment to international exposure extends beyond the classroom through annual global tours and exchange programs for selected students. Additionally, the school ensures that at least 10% of its students participate in international competitions yearly, providing practical experience in global environments.

The school also offers exclusive admission support through academic consultants from Delhi and Mumbai, helping students navigate the complex process of international university applications, including essay writing, letter of recommendation, and scholarship opportunities.

Shaping Global Citizens

Schools in Bhubaneswar, such as ODM Global School, are redefining education by creating global citizens rather than just academically successful students. This holistic approach combines academic excellence with cultural awareness, language proficiency, and international perspectives, preparing students not just for exams but for leadership roles in an interconnected world.

Through this comprehensive global education framework, ODM Global School is setting new standards for international education in Bhubaneswar, proving that world-class education is no longer limited to metropolitan cities but can flourish in any location with the right vision and commitment.

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Best Home Tutor in Dehradun: Why Saraswati Tutorials Stands Above the Rest

Finding the best home tutor in Dehradun can be a game-changer for your child’s academic success. Whether it’s improving grades, preparing for board exams, or mastering a difficult subject, personalized learning at home offers unmatched benefits. And when it comes to delivering quality, consistency, and results, Saraswati Tutorials is the name that Dehradun trusts.

Why Home Tutoring Matters in Today’s Education

Classroom teaching, no matter how effective, often can’t address the individual needs of every student. That’s where home tutoring becomes essential—providing personalized guidance, a flexible pace, and individual attention that boosts confidence and performance. In a city like Dehradun, where competition is rising and academic standards are high, having the right tutor can make all the difference.

What Makes Saraswati Tutorials the Best Home Tutor in Dehradun?

1. One-on-One Personalized Learning

Every student learns differently. Saraswati Tutorials customizes the teaching method to suit the student's learning style—visual, auditory, or kinesthetic. This tailored approach helps students grasp even the toughest concepts with ease.

2. Qualified & Experienced Tutors

Saraswati Tutorials carefully selects its tutors, ensuring they are not only academically strong but also skilled in engaging and motivating students. From early school years to Class 12 and beyond, their tutors specialize in:

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