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FREE TANGRAM Lesson Plans!

The Quest for a Tangram Dragon is a delightful new book written by my friend Christine Liu-Perkins. Published by Bloomsbury Children’s books, this delighful tale introduces children to the classic Chinese Tangram Puzzle. Brave little triangle is on a quest to find a dragon to save his land from the terrible drought. Along the way he meets other shapes who want to help. Using the magic of…

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Math, 6.G.A.1

Find the area of right triangles, other triangles, special quadrilaterals, and polygons by composing into rectangles or decomposing into triangles and other shapes; apply these techniques in the context of solving real-world and mathematical problems.

Do Now:

Students pick one random country using the Random Country Picker from pickerwheel.com, then go to Wikipedia and search "geography of [country]", and record their assigned country's area in square kilometers.

Class Discussion:

Ensure all students successfully found their country's area. Discuss ideas of how cartographers may have figured out their country's area.

Modeled Learning:

Pick a country at random on the SmartBoard, then pull up en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geography_of_[country] .

Show how to trace over the country using paper, ruler, and pencil.

When doing so, make it clear that the goal of today's activity is to draw an overly simplified polygon, like the France hexagon example in the first response to this post.

Show how to use the scale provided on the map (which should be on every country found this way) in order to measure the side lengths of the superimposed polygon

Use the side lengths to calculate the area of the polygon.

Calculate the difference between the area of the polygon and the official area of the country.

Draw a more refined polygon, like @vang0bus did, and show how to break this down into simpler polygons (such as triangles and trapezoids), in order to recalculate the area. How much closer is this method to the official area of the country?

Higher Order Learning:

Students perform the activity that you modeled. If they finish with time remaining, encourage them to keep on refining the polygon to get as close to the official area as possible.

why is france called the hexagon when its abundantly clear that it’s a pentagon

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Formula 1 drivers as High School Teachers

Part 2 of my yearbook series for my f1 spiderman au.

The School Teachers and Staff

Sebastian Vettel: His office is decorated full of random vintage posters, model cars and plants. If a students comes to him he tells a lot of funny and random side stories to calm them down. Always brings homemade baked goods because that's how his mother raised him. Runs the environmental club and organizes clean-up days and tree planting events so that students never forget why it is important to look out for or planet.

Always wears slightly rumpled button-down shirts and bikes to school everyday. Students love him and feel safe with him. They call him sunshine or the bee keeper. In the staff room Seb drinks herbal tea and has a reusable bamboo cup while Carlos shows up with a large coffee and a protein bar. Also Carlos constantly borrows Seb’s pens and never returns them, which has led to a very passive-aggressive post-it note war.

Carlos Sainz: If you know that one photo of Carlos with his nose piercing, you know what I'm talking about. Also works with Sebastian helping out with the kids, because he believes that teachers can shape kids lives. He also takes part in the student council, he’s the advisor who actually cares. Helps the students organize dances, fundraisers, and spirit weeks. Loves planning charity soccer tournaments through the Student Council and is extremely competitive when playing against students. As the Spanish teacher he doesn't understand what Lando is doing in his class because Lando absolutely sucks at it. Carlos has a stick rule - no English during his lesson — he gets offended if you slip up "¿Inglés? ¡No, por favor!"

Toto Wolff: The school principal, drives a mercedes and has a designated parking spot that no one dears to use. One unfortunate kid parked his car at Totos sport and got called to the principals office, after that everyone knew what would happen if you dare to poke the bear. Nobody knows if Kimi is his son of what but everyone knows that Toto has a soft spot for him and that Kimi can get away with a lot of things.

Well dressed always a tailored suit, never a hair out of place. Introduced a "Student Performance Board" where achievements — academic, sports, arts — are celebrated publicly. The teachers have an ongoing inside joke where they fake a "team radio" in staff meetings "Toto, we can't keep doing these Monday staff meetings." Has a very specific "angry walk" down the hallway — when students hear his fast, heavy footsteps, they immediately sit up straighter.

George Russell: Absolutely loves his job. Students avoid him at all cost. If he sees Lando carrying his skateboard shouts to “keep that skateboard off the ground”. Loves organizing assemblies and drills. Once a month makes a powerpoint presentations about school safety, everyone hates that time of the month. Students sometimes make bingo cards for "phrases George will definitely say at the next assembly," like: "Punctuality is key to success!" and "Excellence is a habit!". George acts like Toto’s right-hand man, trying to be super serious, but Seb and Carlos constantly mess with him — switching his clipboard with joke notes or sneaking memes into his official emails.

Alex Albon: neighbors with George, always getting a ride to school from him. Has way too many pets, the students are lost how everyone off his pets fit in his house. Always carries a lint roller with him because of the pet hair. He likes to wear sneakers, comfy sweaters and his sleeves always pushed up. Sometimes Alex likes to wears silly socks with ducks or pizza on them. Loves making bad math puns "Without geometry, life is pointless." cue groans. George tries to get Alex to make math club more intense but Alex’s version of "training" is math games and pizza nights. Secretly keeps a wall of anonymous student thank-you notes inside his desk drawer for days he feels stressed.

Daniel Ricciardo: Daniel is the PE teacher, he is the most fun teacher. Always joking around and pranking other students. Somehow has way too much energy at 8:00 AM and confuses everyone "Did you...have like 3 Red Bulls, Mr. Ricciardo??". Wears "motivational" shirts like "Pain Now, Pizza Later" or "Sprint Now, Complain Later."

If a kid falls dramatically during an activity, he also falls dramatically on purpose to make them laugh and not feel embarrassed. Keeps an eye out for the kids who aren’t super athletic and makes sure they feel included, gives them "special missions" like being the ultimate referee or official team hype-person. Toto thinks Daniel’s classes are "too chaotic" but can’t deny the students LOVE him. George once tried to join a PE class to "show proper athletic form" and immediately lost a footrace to a 7th grader. Daniel never lets him forget it.

A bit of backstory back in his days he was a promising boxing star however because of an injury he missed out on a final competition his coach Horner was absolutely devastated. Horner and Daniel had a falling out and they parted their ways. Later Daniel became a teacher and he noticed Max. Max is a complexed teen, anger issues and other problems. Because of that Daniel recommended boxing to let out all off that builded up frustration. After some time Daniel noticed that Max is natural and gave Horners number. Although Daniel doesn't speak to Horner, he knows that Max would reach higher achievements at under Horners strict training.

Lewis Hamilton: Walks into class every day like he's on a red carpet, wearing the sharpest, trendiest fits — streetwear meets academia. Schools fashion icon. you can spot him a mile away with his colorfull outfits. Students literally wait to see what he's wearing each day. "Mr. Hamilton’s fit check coming in 3...2...1..."

Thinks outside the box — instead of boring book reports, he has students make podcasts, spoken word pieces, or music playlists inspired by the books. Runs open-mic poetry nights at school where he sometimes reads too and everyone loses their minds because he's SO good. Writes the most thoughtful comments on essays.

Seb and Lewis occasionally team up for "Social Justice Week" — inspiring students to think big and take action.

Daniel once pranked Lewis by replacing his designer notebook with a SpongeBob one. Lewis actually used it proudly

One time somebody put an onion on his desk and he couldn't start the lesson so Oscar removed it. He was very great full for the help. Because no one came forward the whole class got detention. Has beef with the school principal Toto, the students are lost why that is, Lewis never clarified why that is.

Fernando Alonso: Dr. Octopus of my au, the mad scientist that started okay but over time his obsession with science made him go mad. Fernando suspects that Oscar is Spiderman. However, to get closer to Oscar he makes Lando work for his lab. Lando takes that opportunity because he needs the extra curricular activitie to pass his Science exam. Alonso gives off chill teacher vibes. If there is a school fight he will be sipping tea and looking at the kids from his classroom. Unbothered queen.

Pierre Gasly: some clarification, Pierre went to Turkey to get a hair transplant because he was going bald at the age of 29 years old. The sassy queen. If the students are talking about some tea he will pause his lesson to listen to them. The students know this and always do it intentionally. Constantly says, "Come on, it’s easy!" even when it's definitely not. Runs the French Club, where 70% of the time is just watching French movies and laughing at his own dramatic commentary.

Nico Hulkenbern and Kevin Magnussent: pretty much self explanatory all the facts are written down, don't have anything more to add.

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FANFIC FRIDAY #2

Alright guys, here's the fics sent to me this week, ft. some of our lovely competitors! There's a lot more than last week, so I'm putting it under a cut.

[Stanford Pines]

Ford Gets An Abortion by @ceslatoil (Rating: Mature)

Carmen 85 (in Euclydian by Anonymous) by @the-neon-pineapple (Rating: Explicit) (eggpreg fic)

[Bill Cipher]

Trial by flesh and blood by @caco3simp (Rating: Explicit)

Impossible Geometries and Biologies by Anonymous (Rating: Explicit)

new angle by @eyydude-ao3 (Rating: Explicit)

[Light Yagami]

High Risk by @seventhfracture (Rating: Mature)

Attention. by digicha0s (Rating(s): Mature-to-Explicit)

Kept by @translightyagami (Rating: Explicit)

[L Lawliet]

New Arrival by @river-nix (Rating: Explicit)

A New Dawn by @river-nix (Rating: Mature)

This wasn't supposed to happen… by AnotherLostSoul (Rating: Explicit)

[Vash the Stampede]

just call me angel of the morning, angel by @pinklicour (Rating: Explicit)

Seeds by pepper_writes (Rating: Explicit) (eggpreg-ish fic. apparently)

[Nicholas D. Wolfwood]

when I set my eyes on you by @pinklicour (Rating: Explicit)

fill me, completer, down to my core by @pinklicour (Rating: Explicit)

hey, i’m in love, i’ll take you up again by @pinklicour (Rating: Explicit)

Angiosperm by @somarysueme (Rating: Explicit) (eggpreg fic)

[Daniil Dankovsky]

A Home in the Weeds by @starsforscales (Rating: Explicit)

vita in motu by @silenthillmutual (Rating: Explicit)

life in motion by @silenthillmutual (Rating: Teen and Up)

Planning Ahead by orphan_account (Rating: Explicit)

Pre-Game Burakovsky AU by @silenthillmutual and diggybrands (Rating(s): Gen-to-Explicit)

Harvest by Rilya (Rating: Explicit) (eggpreg-ish fic)

Single Dad Dankovsky (aka Single Dadkovsky) AU by GoFornicateYourself (Rating(s): Mature-to-Explicit)

The Fruit of the Vine by @starsforscales (Rating: Explicit)

Raising the Frame by @starsforscales (Rating: Explicit)

[Artemy Burakh]

Shed Skin by @starsforscales (Rating: Explicit) (eggpreg fic)

[Wei Wuxian]

Blindly Bound by @triviasfolly (Rating: Explicit)

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsey (Rating: Explicit)

Tenderness by simply_mad (Rating: Gen)

Blue Blood by PotterheadAvengerDemigod (Rating(s): Gen, Teen and Up, and Not Rated)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (Rating: Teen and Up)

You Can Say Yes by @tulikettu (Rating: Explicit)

[Xie Lian]

burn like the sun by Natterina (Rating: Explicit)

What is love? What is rain? by @xiaobeihua (Rating: Mature) (mainly past mpreg)

this cage was once just fine by Natterina (Rating: Explicit)

Safe and Sound by @imnotpoppunk (Rating: Explicit)

Send My Prayers to the Devil by melondenden (Rating: Explicit)

Bao in the Steamer by dollfoot (Rating: Explicit)

[Hua Cheng]

we could be the riptide or two mountains growing still by orangesicles (Rating: Explicit)

Every Breath an Act of Worship by Boomchick (Rating: Explicit)

[Mu Qing]

A lesson in praying by Dani_in_the_Daniverse (Rating: Explicit)

Twice the Blessing by luckymoonly (Rating: Explicit)

Mending by luckymoonly (Rating: Explicit)

[Luo Binghe]

No Reason to Let Something Like Biology Stop You from Baby Trapping Your Man by Best Bepsey (Rating: Explicit)

[Lucifer Morningstar]

On the Wings of a Dream by kyuuichan (Rating: Teen and Up)

Mating Season by @vampamber (Rating: Explicit)

In Fuck Ups and In Purpose, (Till Death Do Us Apart) by @cyanjockstrap (Rating: Explicit)

Mend Thy Foolish Heart by @honeycrisper (Rating: Explicit)

Ad Meliora by Biblicalplague (Rating: Explicit)

Law of Creation by @prodigal-san (Rating: Explicit)

[Fizzarolli]

Halfsies! by RevenantCarnival (Rating: Explicit)

[Blitzø Buckzo]

Finding New Ways to Want by @helluvabutt (Rating: Explicit)

[Tomura Shigaraki]

Holding Out for Spring by @myakasama (Rating: Explicit)

[Keith Kogane]

The Rites of Courtship by @calibratingentropy (Rating: Explicit)

Dress Me Up and Watch Me Die by RedBlackDragon (Rating: Explicit)

[Bucky Barnes]

All I Want by @headcanon-haven (Rating: Teen and Up)

[Yuuri Katsuki]

Soon We'll Be Found by @lilith-swbf (Rating: Explicit)

[Bilbo Baggins]

A Shire Scorned by by saint2sinners and Nyrah (Rating: Gen)

Soulmates And Where to Find Them by Lumeleo (Rating: Gen)

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If One's Different, One's Bound to be Lonely - Wolverine Fic

Fic Synopsis: We know Wolverine and Sabertooth but the reader is known as Jackal. Just like the other two, their mutation is animalistic, lending them healing factors, enhanced physical abilities, and animal senses. This fic details their relationship with the Anchor!Wolverine and how they ended up meeting the Worst!Logan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Chapter Warnings: violence, cussing, lewd comments/thoughts, lots of angst

Word Count: 4k+

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Many months passed and it took you a while to become semi-comfrortable living at the school. The first few weeks were completely overwhelming. You spent half your time in your room, needing space from the voices, the scents, the people. 

You did not teach at first, Charles allowing you to grow accustomed to school and being in civilization again. Your days consisted of you using the combat training room and prepping lesson plans for teaching - something you found yourself terrible to do.

You could easily teach the kids how to defend themselves and harness their powers. You did it yourself so many years ago. But deciding what books to read and why was proving to be difficult.  

The bright side of living at the school was that you were able to find friendship in Ororo. The two of you ate dinner together everyday, yourself not being much of a morning person. You were able to eat with some conversation, though never going too deep. You learned that she taught an elective of multicultural studies and discovered her mutations when she was only nine years old. 

Another bright side was that Charles allowed you to frequent the woods in the surrounding area when you needed a break from others. You were able to fully be yourself, not keen on showing the students the full capability of your mutation yet.

Soon, you felt comfortable enough and found it ridiculous that you were nervous to teach. You were surprisingly good and due to your love of literature and ability to read people, you were able to plan lessons that the kids actually enjoyed. They always seemed to be engaged in your classes and had deep thoughts about whatever book you were reading.

When it came to combat training, the kids actually respected you, though some were even scared of you. You figured to throw caution to the wind and started day one with explaining your mutation and letting the kids who felt comfortable to do so too. You explained to them how it was important to have confidence and embrace their abilities. To not be afraid or ashamed of them.

In addition to being the resident doctor, Jean also taught biology courses and was dating mister stoic, Scott. The cyclops taught geometry and continued to annoy you to no end. 

A year into living in the school, Charles pulled you into his office one day. He explained how he and some of the faculty are what he deemed the “X-Men”. How they scout for other students or adults to join their school, as well as take down any threats, mutant or not.

So that became your life for the next three years, joining Scott, Ororo, and Jean on missions to find other recruits. Sometimes Charles would send you and Ororo on solo missions, knowing that you’ve gotten your hands dirty in the past and had no qualms doing so in the future. 

You weren’t offended by that notion. You were confident in yourself and not ashamed of your past. If these people could accept you despite it, you could accept yourself. You were happy to be the go-to mutant to take down any enemies - especially when it meant helping kids who needed it. 

You were able to get more comfortable around others, Charles helping you explain the concept of ‘putting up a wall’ in your mind. The wall allowed you to limit the increased stimuli your instincts constantly gathered. 

The next three years of our life you were content. You may have even considered yourself happy.

Until a man you never thought you’d see again showed up.

And he didn’t remember you.

You just got back from a solo-mission, your aim to gather intel on a mutant named Magento and his brotherhood of mutants. His right hand man, another mutant similar to a Sabertooth was spotted and Charles sent you to do some scouting. Your skill of adaptability comes in handy. 

But as soon as you entered the school, Charles’ voice entered your head.

“Y/N, come to my office, it’s urgent.”

Odd, as the man rarely enters without your permission, you quickly made your way to that destination. You passed Ororo and Scott on the way, both looking weary but not speaking a word to you. You reached Charle’s office and knocked, waiting for a response.

“Come in,” his voice sounded and you did as he said.

You entered and froze at seeing a man from your past. There, standing in Charle’s office was Logan. Was the Wolverine. He was dressed in gray sweatpants and sweatshirt, ones that definitely did not fit him.

Your eyes gaze over him, noting how his build seems larger than before if possible. The sweatshirt was zipped halfway, showing off his brown chest hair that you missed so much. His shoulders are broader, arms more defined. You finally reach his face and a gasp leaves your mouth. You can’t help it.

He looked the exact same as all those years ago. His jaw is lined with stubble, longer than you've seen it before. His hair was longer as well, the tufts on either side more pronounced then you’ve ever seen. 

You take a deep breath to inhale the scent you missed so much. Smokey like a cigar, a splash of whiskey, something that you always defined solely as Logan. Only there’s something else.

Something different.

When your gaze finally meets the rich brown you’ve been dreaming about, there is no softness like you expected. No look of trust and warmth. No recognition.

Instead, they were filled with distrust and confusion.

You felt like you were stabbed through the heart.

“I know this is Logan, and you knew him in the past.,” Charles’ voice starts in your head. “But I’ve looked into his head and he has no memory of you. In fact, he has no memory of anything past ten years ago.”

You give a stubble nod, showing Charles you understand. You swallow a lump in your throat but do your best to remain professional.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’d like you to meet Logan.” Charles begins introductions, gesturing to Logan with one hand. He brought a teenager here and will be staying for the time being to help us assist against Magento. We think the girl, Rogue, is wanted by Magneto.” Charles begins to explain before turning his attention to Logan. “Logan, this is Professor Y/N. She teaches English Literature and helps out with Combat Training. In addition, she is a member of the X-Men and one of my most trusted companions.”

That’s news to you.

“Y/N, I was hoping you could give Logan a tour and show him where he will be staying for the time being.” Charles finishes.

“Um.” You hesitate before clearing your throat. “Of course.”

No. You do not want to be around this Logan. This is not your Logan. This is someone entirely different. Someone who had to have gone through something similar to you to not have his memories. To smell different. 

“Wonderful! I’ll leave you two to it.” Charles finishes, dismissing the both of you.

You look to Logan, motioning with your head for him to follow you at the door. The man looks at you with distrust before sighing and doing so. You close the door to Charles' office, stopping to turn to the man you used to know.

“Sorry about Charles or any of the other people you met already. While they’re also mutants, they don’t get people like us.” You say quietly, knowing he’ll hear you.

“Us?” He questions, eyebrow arched.

His voice, too, is the same it was all those years ago. Rough and husky that sends a feeling throughout your entire body. You shake that thought and send him a sly smirk. You raise your right hand, growing your claws on it and flashing your sharp teeth.

“Us.” You say.

Logan raises an eyebrow in surprise at this. You wonder if you’re still the only female mutant like him he's met before - except he doesn’t recognize you so he’s now meeting you for the first time. You watch as his gaze travels down your body, as if assessing you for the first time. His mistrust seems to grow in you as his eyes narrow. You should have expected that, with what happened during your first meeting and all. A feral with another feral could lead to someone getting their throat ripped out.

“Shall we begin the tour?” You don’t wait for a response, turning on your heels and walking down the hall.

…

The tour ends with you bringing Logan to his assigned room, the one right across from yours. Lucky you. You open the door and step in, throwing your hands up and spinning around the room.

“And this is where you will be staying. You got a bed, dresser, nightstand, closet, and private bathroom.”

You watch as Logan steps into the room, looking around and taking it in. He was quiet throughout the tour but you could tell he had questions. That he was observing and reading you, waiting for a moment to escape or attack if he needed to. The two of you were still so similar. His personality was exactly as you remembered it. Confident but not cocky, smart but not arrogant. You just wished he remembered you.

“I’ll leave you to it.” You give a tight lipped smile and go to leave, passing him as you do so.

His arm grabs yours, stopping you. Unlike the last time you first met though, his claws don’t come out and pierce you. He merely grabs you and turns you to face him.

Goosebumps arise on your skin as this is the first time you’ve been touched by him in so many years. You hope he doesn’t notice the reaction he gets from you. The increase of your breathing and heartbeat. The slight blush you’re sure you’re wearing.

Your gaze goes from his eyes, to his hand, then back to his eyes. He immediately lets go, his face almost looking apologetic before he stops himself.

“How did you end up here?” He asks after a moment of silence, as if he’s waited the whole day to ask. “How can you stand being here?” He shakes his head, as if he can't fathom being around all these people.

You let out a chuckle. 

“I couldn’t stand it. Not at first. I’ve lived my whole life alone,” You stretch the truth “enjoying the comfort of it. Charles found me and I was hesitant at first. But, I realized I could be the person I needed years ago. It’s been a good few years for me since I came here.” You reveal, not wanting to say too much.

Not wanting to say how much you missed him. Or how you’d wait for him to show up on your front porch. Or ask what he’s been up to. Or what has happened to him to not remember things.

“And they don’t care that you’ve -”

You cut him off. “Killed people?” You shake your head. “No. If anything it gives them an excuse not to get their hands dirty.”

Logan stares at you, as if pondering your answer. You don’t give him time to explain, stepping halfway at the door.

“I’ll leave you to get settled. During your stay, if you need booze, you won't find it here. Charles doesn’t allow it in common areas due to the kids around. But feel free to knock on my door. I have lots of beer and whiskey.” You shoot him a smile.

You cross the hall and unlock your own door, not looking back and closing it. You then lean against it and slide down to the ground, silently letting your tears fall.

…

The next morning, you cry again. You can’t help it. Everything you imagined happening to Logan the past years, this wasn’t it.

You always assumed he was out there searching for you too. That the two of you would eventually find eachother again and simply missed each other in passing every so often.

You never expected this.

You’re currently sitting in med bay with Ororo, Scott, and Charles. Jean ran tests on Logan, examining his mutation and performed a full body scan - all similar to your own when you first arrived. The results startled you. All his bones have been coated with a metal called Adamantium. It was surgically grafted into his entire skeleton. 

That explains the change in his scent.

Jean explained how his mutation is the reason he survived the surgery. His regeneration capability allowed him to heal rapidly. Jean added how determining his age could be impossible because of this. His was very similar to your own mutation, she added.

Ironic that you’ve been dying to know the similarities between you two all those years ago. Yet you find out the worst way imaginable.

“Who did this to him?” Scott questions, voicing everyone's thoughts.

“He doesn’t know.” You speak up before Jean can. “And I bet he doesn’t remember everything about his life before it happened.”

All four of your companions look at you, surprised at your knowledge. 

“That’s correct.” Jeans confirms. “How do you know that?”

You look to Charles for guidance. You weren’t sure if you should reveal that you’ve met Logan before. That his name was James and he had a brother named Victor. That he enjoyed whiskey on the rocks and added too much salt to his steak. That he smoked cigars in bed and was a blanket hog.

“Share what you’d like. We won’t tell him.” Charles promises, getting nods from the others.

You swallow, trying to form words to discuss a past you’ve long since tried to forget. “I haven’t seen him in many years..” You start. “I met him in the 50s, and we ran into each other for the next ten years or so. He went off to Vietnam and got tangled with some people but we found eachother again.” You close your eyes, remembering the day like it was yesterday. “We lived peacefully for six years. We were… normal. Until one day, I was captured and we saw each other for the last time.” You finish, keeping it short and concise.

“You guys ran into each other or you guys ran into each other?” Ororo questions from your right.

You shake your head at the woman, knowing what her thoughts are. You couldn’t blame her. Logan looked just as appetizing fifteen years later.

“You trust him?” Jean questions, asking you curiously.

You can tell she wants to dive into your mind. To figure out Logans past from you and try to work through how to help him. That’s how Jean is, you've come to learn. Always wanting to solve the next puzzle. 

You sigh, thinking of that question before finding your answer. “Back then, our roles were reversed. I was more feral, more likely to get into a fight or kill someone. I hated being around anyone and solely followed my instincts. He was the calm one. He had no qualms ignoring his instincts. Now though, although his personality is the same, he’s definitely not the man I knew back then. But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, he’ll still have good morals. ”

Which was the truth. Even when you saw Logan at his worst, he knew right from wrong.

There’s silence again, everyone taking in your answer. They knew of your past and didn’t think any differently. But they weren’t sure about a stranger in the school full of teens. A stranger that solely trusted his animalistic instincts with indestructible metal throughout his entire body.

You had to add the part about his morals. That was the very first thing you admired about him. He always seemed to not want to cause harm, cause destruction. He always seemed to want to make the right choice. 

“Experimentation on mutants. It’s not unheard of but I’ve never seen anything like this before.” Charles breaks the silence.

“What do you think Magneto wants with him?” Scott questions.

“I’m not entirely sure it’s what Magneto wants.” Charles reveals.

…

Later that day, you follow Jean into the exam room where Logan sits upon the table. He’s back to wearing the great sweatshirt and sweatpants and looks up as you too enter.

“So?” He asks, seeming to ignore your presence. 

“The metal is throughout your entire skeletal system, as expected.” Jean informs him.

He snorts, as if to say ‘I told you so’. His eyes take you in as they did last night. Only this time they only hold curiosity. You guess that's a step up from mistrust. 

“So why are we here again? You people got your pictures.” He tells you.

“With my abilities, I might be able to grab a memory and see it.” Jean simply explains to him. The two of you make your way towards the man, you behind him while Jean is in front. His gaze solely focuses on you, as if he poses you as the bigger threat and doesn’t want his back to be turned. 

“And you brought the English Lit teacher because?” Logan questions, not turning to look at the doctor.

“It might hurt and I probably rival your strength the best here.” You smile snarkily, wanting to smack the condescending look off his face.

“Whatever you think bub.” He states.

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything, looking to see if Jean is ready. The woman nods and you place both of your hands on either of his shoulders. You squeeze and press down with your strength, smirking slightly at the way Logan tenses. If he was going to be a dick to you without even knowing you, then you were going to be a bitch back.

“Ready?” Jean asks, raising her hands to both his temples but not touching him.

You feel Logan take a deep breath and you assume he closes his eyes before Jean does the same. His body immediately tenses up and you take a guess that he probably would have moved if you weren't holding him, You watch as Jean's eyes flutter back and forth beneath her eyelids as she tries to uncover any memory. Not even thirty seconds later, Jean’s hands are removed and Logan relaxes. 

“What did you see?” He asks her.

You watch as Jean stares at him before saying, “Scott.”

You turn to the door and see the man standing there. Jeans doesn’t answer Logan's question and bids you both goodnight, Leaving the two of you alone.

“Guess you’ll find out tomorrow, tough guy.” You tease before walking out of the room and leaving him alone.

…

You wake to a shout. You immediately rush out of bed, dressed in sleep shorts and a t-shirt that's seen better days. You open your door and look up and down the hallway, seeing no one there. You start to head back to your room before you hear another shout, realizing it’s coming from Logan’s room.

Throwing caution to the wind, you enter his room and quickly shut the door to find him thrashing around on his bed. You slowly walk closer, knowing how to be silent, and look over him as he has what you assume is a nightmare. 

Sweat litters his brow and shirtless torso, his eyes moving under his eyelids. He continues to thrash, his head moving side to side as another shout escapes him. You can’t bear the thought of him going through this.

“Logan.” you whisper, body standing on the left side of his bed. “Logan.” You say a little louder.

It does nothing to wake him and he continues to dream, body moving more as if it’s becoming worse. Sighing, you lean forward with your left hand, reaching down to touch his left shoulder. Before you can touch him though, he awakes.

“Arrghh!” He exclaims, a schilt noise heard before you feel metal pierce your body.

“Fuck!” You shout in pain, feeling your breath catch in your throat, guessing that a lung or both have been punctured.

You begin to gasp for breath, feeling as you open your mouth but nothing will enter it and make it to your lungs. You E/C eyes match dark brown and you see a now awake Logan staring up at you, eyes filled with concern.

“Help me.” Logan says. “Somebody help!” He screams as you continue to struggle for breath.

For some reason, your body is taking longer than usual to heal and you don’t like that thought one bit. You’ve survived so much in your long life. Bullets, Animals. Other mutants. Knives. You are damned if the man you used to love is the one that kills you.

Willing your body to cooperate and heal, you raise a hand to one of the wounds and grow our own claws. You then dig them in, and it seems to snap your body out of shock, starting to heel. It’s at that moment the light flickers on and you turn to see Scott, Jean, and Ororo enter the room, children standing in the hallway.

“What happened, are you okay?” Ororo asks, immediately rushing to your side along with Jean while Scott tries to block the kids.

“Yeah. I just startled him and got to close. His claws got me.” You explaining, looking at both the concerned women and smiling lightly.

“Then why did he scream for help?” Jean questions, lifting your shirt to see where the wounds should be, already gone and healed.

“I don’t think my brain registered what happened. My healing didn’t trigger right away so I sped up the process.” You explained. 

“Healing?” Logan questions from behind.

Suddenly remembering you’re in his room and have an audience, you glance up at Scott and the kids, addressing everyone except the man seated on the bed behind you.

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” You start. “Everyone back to bed. You have class in the morning.”

Some of the kids groan, probably excited that they saw more action tonight than they have throughout all of their combat training. You look to Ororo and Jean and say,

“I’m okay, promise.”

They both search your face for a moment, looking for any signs of a lie. But since you’ve known them, you’ve been evasive yes but never lied to them, furthering their trust of you. They seem to believe you, both nodding before turning around and leaving the room. Ororo shoots you a small smile before closing the door so you’re now alone with Logan.

You turn and look at the stranger wearing the familiar face. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, his face full of concern and staring at you. His gaze still seems to continue to roam your body, as if not believing you’re okay.

Even though he doesn’t remember you, you remember him. It breaks your heart to see him like this. You walk closer to him, his gaze never leaving. You gesture with your hand to the seat on his left, silently asking if you can have a seat there.

He nods, turning his head to look at you. You take the seat and lick your lips and sigh before starting to speak. “When I said you and I are alike, I wasn’t lying. Your mutation is similar to that of the Wolverine animal. Mine is similar to a Jackal.”

Reconfizition immediately fills his face. You hope, for one second, it’s a memory. Maybe you were in his dream. Or maybe, be some stroke of luck, he’s remembering you and all your times together. But that’s not what happens.

“I’ve heard of you,” He starts, his voice gruff. “A mutant that relies solely on their instincts. Known for hunting down dangerous mutants.”

You smile slightly at that. “That’s me.”

“But I’ve heard about them existing in the mid 1900s. You don’t look like you're 80.” Logan says, his eyes moving across your face, as if observing if your true ability is to simply disguise your age.

“Hence how we’re alike so much. I was born in 1895. I have regenerative abilities that cause me to age slowly. And also heal quickly.” You inform him by gesturing to your healed wounds.

His gaze travels down, able to see your stomach through the holes in your shirt - which you have no qualms about. He has seen you naked before - memory or not.

“Have we ever, I mean,” Logan pauses, as if searching for how to ask a question. “If I’m as old as Jean thinks I am, and you're as old as you are, have we ever met before?”

His voice is hopeful, as if you can be the answer to his lost memory. You immediately think of what could possibly go wrong if you tell him the truth. You certainly don't think it would jog his memory. If anything he could possibly look at you with pity if you tell him everything. How you guys got to know each other and all it entailed.

You sigh though. You don’t want to lie to the man. You decide honesty with some hidden truth is the best option.

“Our paths crossed over forty years ago. We ran into each other a few times after.. Just shared about our experiences as mutants.”

Surprise and relief covers his face. You wish you could be fully transparent, you really do. But you know it wouldn’t be fair to him. He’s essentially a new person, he has a chance to start over. Forget all the wrong he did and maybe do some good.

“What was I like?” He questions and you knew it was coming.

“Exactly the same.” Your reveal. “Confident but not cocky. Smart but not arrogant.” You leave the explanation at that, not wanting to dive deeper into how he's the same person but now has a chance to do different things. “Can I ask a question?” You try to change the subject.

Logan sighs, as if knowing you were going to. Since Jean revealed his adamantium skeleton, one question has been on your mind.

“When your claws come out, do they hurt?” You needed to know. Needed to know if what he went through continues to torture him everyday.

“Every damn time.” Logan reveals.

Your heart breaks even more, if possible.

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[hardyorange]

my students who are struggling in my math class are also the ones struggling with not just media literacy but literacy in general

considering the material you were given, what questions are being asked about the material, and how you might approach the material to justify reaching a particular conclusion are all steps in solving math problems AND in being critical of media

maybe, as adults, we could finally stop pitting school subjects against each other, and instead recognize that the devaluation of any one subject ultimately serves as justification for underfunding or eliminating public education as a whole?

Having media literacy is more important than being good at math prove me wrong

[mads-hemmo]

Too Sweet - Jschlatt

Part 2

Masterlist

Reader is a math teacher who finds her computer science teacher coworker an asshole. Schlatt finds his algebra/geometry coworker very annoying. What happens when they are forced to be around each other and get along?

Schlatt takes a seat at one of the tables with a lunch from the cafeteria in his hand. You would prefer to just finish your lunch and not talk to him, but Ted has other plans. “Is there a game tonight?” Ted asks Schlatt.

“No, but we have one tomorrow night,” Schlatt replies.

“Is it at home?”

“Yes. Are you actually going to show up? You’ve mentioned it but I’ve never seen you there.” Schlatt looks up at Ted.

“I was just making small talk,” Ted admits with a laugh. Neither of you were the kind of teachers who go to games of any kind. You have in the past, but felt awkward when you sat by yourself.

“You may get some male leads if you show up. I know you’ve struggled with that in the past.”

You look at him. You want to speak up and say that there are many talented males in the theatre department. You also want to mention that unless he has some Troy Bolton’s on his team, it would be a waste of time.

“Are you going to the game?” Schlatt asks, looking up at you.

“Oh um I don’t know a lot about baseball,” you admit.

“It’s not that hard to understand. Plus my players may respect you more if you come to watch them play.”

You want to tell him to fuck off, but you know you need to be civil. “Yeah maybe. I guess I can check my schedule. Ted and I can go together,” you suggest.

Ted looks over at you with an apologetic look. “Yeah, kill two birds with one stone,” he jokes.

You all continue to eat. Ted and Schlatt are making small talk about random things while you listen. You hear the classroom door open and see Tucker or Mr.Keane, the environmental science teacher, walk in. “Sorry I’m late. I had to set up the lab for my next period. What did I miss?” He asks, sitting down near Schlatt.

“(Y/N) and I are attending the baseball game tomorrow if you want to join us,” Ted tells them.

“Sure since I’ve been trying to get you two to come to a game with me,” Tucker says, giving you both a look. “Oh (Y/N), how did your date go this weekend?”

“It was okay. I don’t think there will be a second one though,” you admit. You had met the guy on Tinder and he seemed nice, but there wasn’t much chemistry.

“Why not?” Schlatt asks. You wish he wasn’t here. Why did Ted have to be a nice guy and invite him to eat with you guys? You have formed a connection with Ted and Tucker and don’t feel like including someone else.

You shrug. “He was nice. We just had nothing in common. He also kept saying that he doesn’t understand why anyone would want to be a teacher.”

“You need to stop taking chances with Tinder guys,” Ted says.

“Oh he was from Tinder. There’s your problem right there. I can tell you why it didn’t work out for you,” Schlatt comments.

You sink in your seat a bit. You don’t mind if Tucker or Ted say something to you because you know they are teasing, but Schlatt’s words affect you more than they should. You check the time on your phone. You still have about fifteen more minutes of your lunch break, but you can’t stay here much longer. “I need to work on my lesson plans, so I’ll see you all later,” you say, standing up.

Ted gives you a knowing look. You can sense that he is aware of why you are really leaving. “Okay. Have a great rest of your day. I’ll see you after school,” Ted tells you.

You nod. Tucker waves at you with a mouthful of food. “Bye (Y/L/N),” Schlatt tells you as you walk out. “Is she always that quiet?” he asks Ted once he assumes you are gone.

You decide to stay and listen. “She’s shy, especially around people she doesn’t know well,” Ted tells him.

“I think you intimidate her,” Tucker speaks up. You want to walk in and let them know how you really feel about him, but decide to keep walking. You might as well actually go work on stuff while you have the chance.

As you walk away, you feel a tear fall down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, not letting some asshole ruin your day.

-

At the end of the day, you gather your things. You walk by Schlatt's classroom, sighing in relief that he isn’t there. You are glad that he is at baseball practice so you don’t have to deal with him anymore today.

You smile when you see Ted standing by his Tacoma. You two carpool everyday since you live in the same apartment complex. “How did lesson planning go?” Ted asks, raising an eyebrow.

“”It was good. Got a lot done actually,” you tell him, getting in his truck. “How was the rest of your lunch?”

“Fine. Wish you were there, but other than that. It was good.”

“Why did you have to invite him to lunch?”

“I know Tucker can be a lot, but he’s my best friend,” he teases. You give him a look. “Schlatt’s not a bad guy. He just has no filter.”

“That’s a nice way to call someone an asshole,” you say, crossing your arms. “Well he’s mainly only an adshole to me, but still.”

“Maybe he likes you.”

You punch his arm. “I hate when people say that to our students. Just like I tell them, he is a bully and I’ll make a report.”

“Okay fair,” Ted says, rubbing his arm. “I think you just need to get to know each other. You actually have a lot in common.”

“I have nothing in common with him. The only thing we have in common is we teach in the same building and have the same prep period.”

Ted sighs, knowing that it is a loss cause to argue with you today. “Do you still want to go to the game tomorrow?”

“Yes. It would be good to watch my students play and it’s not like we have anything better to do with our lives.”

“Very true. I think it’s at like 6, so we can go home then I’ll pick you back up,” Ted tells you. You nod as he pulls in front of your apartments. “Have a great night, (Y/N/N). Call me if you need anything.”

You wave as you get out. “I will! See you tomorrow,” you tell him. You are greeted by your cat, Luna, as you walk inside your apartment. “Hi baby. Hope your day was better than mine.”

You quickly change out of your work clothes into your pajamas. You almost press on the Tinder app, but decide to delete it instead. Maybe Schlatt’s right, maybe you’ll meet someone in real life instead.

A/N: yay part 2!! I’m so excited to continue this fic!! I know Schlatt is an ass, but he gets better. (Maybe…) also yay for Tucker!! I feel like he would be such a shit stirrer and we love him for that. Please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed! I’m going to answer some reqs before I write part 3!

[deeplyclosetedjameswilson]

house characters as high school teachers but none of them can teach bio bc thats cheating

house - physics. specifically ap physics, 1+2 and c. has the best pass rate in the state but thirteen tells him it doesnt matter because his class sizes are tiny (his reputation scares lots of students off). doesn't grade a damn thing, hasn't lesson planned since dinosaurs roamed the earth. department head but really cameron is doing his job

foreman - calculus and geometry. taking ap calc concurrently with dr houses ap physics c is not for the faint of heart. actually a really good teacher. grades harshly but also gives really good feedback. almost impossible to earn an A in his class unless you really understand the material, but he's always available for extra help. kind of dry so hes unpopular with the younger kids. math department head

chase - gym teacher. his first year of teaching the kids screenshotted his instragram pfp and put it up on posters around the school.

cameron - i know i said no bio but cameron is the freshman bio teacher that all the students adore. definitely has kids eating lunch in her classroom. does all of house's department head paperwork. not as good as giving feedback as foreman but she is better about giving chances to go back and retake tests, make up assignments etc. runs the national honor society

wilson - exclusively teaches english class for seniors. literally impossible to fail his class because you just start crying during extra help and he passes you. big on watching movies in class but will assign one of those worksheet to follow along with. its ok if you dont do it because again, you can sniffle and he will give you a 65. if the school can't find a theatre teacher for the year he's an ok backup but insists on doing the classics. have you ever seen high schoolers perform the works of henrik ibsen? english department head

kutner - english teacher, sophomores and juniors. really big on creative writing. class is extremely disorganized, so you're not always sure what you're supposed to be learning but you're having a good time so it doesn't matter. if he thought ahead enough to make his students hold on to all their work they'd have an amazing portfolio but unfortunately he accidentally threw out all your essays from december (he tells you this in april). they were great though. helps run all the extremely nerdy clubs.

thirteen - another math teacher. kind of like foreman she teaches both upper level kids, but in statistics, and the lower level kids in algebra 1. really good at explaining concepts in ways you wouldn't have thought of. dry sense of humor but the kids love it. students have many theories as to why she's called thirteen (that was the average grade on her final, she fails 13 kids a year, her classroom is haunted and she's the 13th teacher to use it) but its because she was house's 13th student teacher (and the 2nd to actually make it into education despite house's best efforts to convince her otherwise)

taub - career change into teaching. combo sociology and psychology teacher. his class isn't the most interesting, but he's a decent teacher. occasional pop quiz and presentation but otherwise he shows off his powerpoint every day and makes you take a quiz on friday. loves to show a movie in class but unlike wilson he does expect you to turn in the worksheet, cmon its literally 5 questions suck it up. coaches golf

cuddy - the principal. she would like a liquor store gift card for an end of year gift please

[speculativeartisan]

A Chapter by Chapter analysis of Amgydala by Sam Fennah

Preamble: My favorite kinds of novel tend to be ones the author has written entirely for their own gratification. Without worrying about what might be "marketable" or "relatable" to an audience. These books are not always good, sometimes they are infuriating, but they are never boring. I disagree vehemently with the politics of Dean Koontz but I am fascinated by his material. Anne Bishop's 'The Others' series frustrates me in deep and complicated ways, but I don't regret having read them. And in the same vein I adore The Black Jewels trilogy for doing exactly what it set out to do.

Amygdala, the first book in what is to be an eight book series, is exactly this. Written by Sam Fennah, it explores a world of his own creation, full of creatures of his own creation, and aims to tell a sprawling story about the birth and struggles of a newly formed society. His stated aim is to use this exaggerated parody of civilization as a lens through which to examine ideologies of all stripes. I am keenly interested to know if he succeeds at this. I am reading from the Second Edition of the book, which contains a few scenes not present in the first, and some editing for brevity.

Disclaimer: This is not a takedown, sporking, or otherwise derogatory look at Fennah's work. Likewise I'm not here to kinkshame about the decapitation stuff. Let he who is without a weird fetish cast the first stone, and that is emphatically not me. I intend to engage with this book in good faith, if you are interested in that then we will begin with chapter one below the cut.

Chapter One

We begin with an overview of where we are and what we're dealing with. The narrator introduces us to the Kivouack, a pre-big bang mass of chaos that operates under different laws of physics, chemistry, and geometry than the world we're accustomed to. The landscape is wild, eldritch, and the animals that live here are as strange as the place that birthed them. Kivouachians, or Kivva for short, have no real shared body plan save for three navels, cross shaped pupils, and their method of reproduction. Outside of that the sky is the limit as far as appearance, environment, diet, and gender go. Sex is binary, but vestigial, which is to say all Kivva are capable of siring and bearing young and secondary sex characteristics are cosmetic. A bit of a handwave on the part of the author to explain why gendered pronouns, or even gender itself, exists in this society. I too understand the pain of trying to invent a neo-pronoun for your race of functional hermaphrodites that doesn't sound jarring or silly, so I'm willing to accept it. And honestly breasts as a vestigial organ is a very funny concept to me. Like being born with or without that tendon in your wrist that lets you throw things a little farther, but for tits. They are also immortal; like lobsters they don't die of old age and will keep on trucking until they are either killed or rendered incapable of sustaining themselves.

The explanation of all that comes a little later on though, for now we get a brief history lesson. In the beginning there was Freyda, a very large and volatile kiv who basically rampaged her way across the landscape eating and fucking whoever and whatever she wanted while all her smaller brethren mostly just tried to keep the hell out of her way. Eventually she spawns Locket, who looks at this mess and decides she wants something better. Locket organizes an army, takes down Freyda, and when the dust settles she establishes the Underbirth, the first real city the Kivouack has ever seen.

What this historical overview wants to impress on the reader are two things. One, that Locket's society is driven by the idolization of competence and a fear of failure. Sink or swim culture taken to a logical extreme. In order to discourage complacency, death is touted as the ultimate failure and the bodies of those failures are done up in elaborate poses called 'bows' meant to humiliate the victim. If you fail in the underbirth not only will you die, but other kivs will bend your corpse over backwards and use it as an armchair in order to further add insult to injury. Life in the underbirth is all about that #grindset and falling behind means you could be someone's dinner or decoration depending. I should also note here that Kivouachians are the only species of animal around and thus the only available source of meat, though it is not specified in this chapter if kivs require animal protein in their diet or if it's just a preference. Largely they appear to be omnivorous.

Two, a premium is placed on physical fitness. Disability and sickness aren't unheard of, but they are uncommon and medicine as it exists in our society hasn't really taken off. See the previous paragraph about no other sources of meat being available outside of other Kivs. Why heal the sick when you can eat them? That's much more economic. Jonathan Swift would do numbers here though the satire would probably be lost. I am of course being moderately facetious, this is obviously where the 'exaggerated parody' bit of the setting comes into play. You spend your whole life working until you can't and then you die. The ways in which society can kill you have just been made more direct, and the need for blood to grease the wheels has been made social text rather than social subtext.

After our introduction to the setting we are introduced to one of what will be a fairly sprawling ensemble cast. Lucy Lacemaker is something like our protagonist, at the very least she's the one who's going to get the ball rolling on a whole mess of circumstances. And as far as introductions go I think this is a good one. Lucy is a fowler, a juvenile kiv yet to fully mature. Fowlers don't really have rights until they reach adulthood, and so spend their adolescence trying not to get eaten by adult kivs. They're small and nimble and generally get by stealing food where they can get it and figuring out what sort of trade they'll want to get into once they hit adulthood so they can get a head start on learning it. Lucy is small, inquisitive, reckless, and deeply curious about the world she inhabits and the people that inhabit it with her. She's fascinated with body language and learning to read it, a hobby that is one part survival mechanism and one part sincere interest in the lives of others.

This is also the part of the chapter where we get a more detailed explanation of how these critters reproduce. So when a kiv is beheaded they enter a state called rottulation. They aren't dead, they're basically unconscious, and the head can be reattached at any point after provided the brain isn't damaged in some way. However if two other kivs… look there's no way to put this delicately, if they cum on the body it gets absorbed into the skin and the body becomes a 'vessel' for a litter of fowlers. Who will then proceed to eat their way out of the host Aliens style and then scamper off before something else can come along and eat them. Notably the vessel does not contribute anything genetically to the offspring, it's just there to incubate them until they're ready to come out. So in addition to only having each other to eat, reproduction means killing at least one person.

This is probably the setting detail Fennah gets the most shit for and… well yeah it's kind of a uncomfortable and graphic thing to center your OCs around, but again as someone with several physically impossible kinks of my own I'm not going to throw shade here. Plus if you want to make your alien and inhuman cast feel alien and inhuman, well yeah mission accomplished. That does it. Everything we learn about this society just further underscores the violence inherent to the nature of these animals. It's a point Fennah wants to make sure you get. This comes naturally to them, so much so that they barely stop to question it. It's just what they are. They aren't without empathy or compassion, they are social animals, but in the sense that a band of 10 or 20 chimpanzees will socialize with each other and then go out and absolutely fuck up another band of chimps without reservation.

We set this backdrop not to be oppressive, but to highlight the small moments of tenderness experienced or offered by the cast. For example: Lucy is lucky. She's got a mentor. Sally Sefton, who owns what is essentially a fucking huge general store, went against her own instincts when she found Lucy rummaging through her things. And instead of eating her decided to take her on as something like an apprentice. She cares for Lucy, and Lucy for her, and it is thanks to this that Lucy had the opportunity to study and learn in a place of relative safety, helping out around the book burrow in exchange for lodging and the occasional meal. The underbirth is a cashless society. Apparently they tried currency once and it went so badly they decided they weren't doing that again. Instead everything is done by barter. Goods for goods and services for services, underpinned by what appears to be a complex social credit system where a person's reputation is nearly as valuable as their skill set when it comes to finding work.

Lucy meanwhile has been stalking an ex-friend, trying to grant herself some closure for the way things have turned out between them. You see Goldune was another fowler, until he hit kivic puberty and became a legal adult (kivs don't age gradually like humans, rather they undergo a sort of metamorphosis after an indeterminate amount of time and get one massive growth spurt, settling into an adult form). Once 'safety in numbers' became less of an issue for him he immediately ditched his old crew and got a job. Lucy, hurt by this betrayal and wondering what he's gotten up to, follows him around the city for a bit where we see him try unsuccessfully try to peddle a mysterious substance to several vendors who all tell him they don't want any part of his bullshit. Lucy for her part has two objectives here. She wants to know what's in those bottles, and she wants a chance to confront Goldune for abandoning her. And maybe wave the letter of recommendation she just got from Sally in his face a little, show him that she doesn't need him and she definitely doesn't care that he left. He didn't dump her, she's dumping him! While observing him waiting for this chance, she overhears a number of suspect conversations that imply Goldune has gotten himself mixed up with some shady business. A few important names are dropped, but otherwise this tailing sequence is a way to explain a little more of the city and how it works, as he stops at several locations trying to find someone who's willing to sign a contract with his employer.

Of course the confrontation ultimately goes sideways once it happens. Goldune laughs in her face, tells her he never really liked her, and that whatever 'friendship' they shared was completely mercenary on his part. A means to an end. Once he made it to where he needed to be he dropped her like a hot potato and because she's so good at reading faces she knows he's not lying. She loses her cool, picks up the little glass bottles (a substance we learn is called Mire) and starts chucking them at him in a bit of a tantrum. They start breaking on impact, which is unfortunate because whatever this stuff is supposed to do, it is extremely volatile. The dollhouse they're in, this setting's amalgam of brothel/playhouse/music hall/dance company, goes up in flames and both Goldune and Lucy are caught in the blaze. Lucy makes for the window before noticing that Butika, the dollie Goldune had hired earlier, is still unconscious on the floor with her head off and unable to move. After a brief hesitation she goes back, puts her head back on, and yells at her to move before making her own escape.

At the end of all this Lucy is left bereft. Goldune is dead, and while she was furious with him this wasn't actually the outcome she wanted. Her letter of recommendation has gone up in smoke, and she can't go back to sally and admit that she was so stupid and careless. And without that letter potential employers won't know her name from mud when she's old enough to work legitimately. Honestly as far as inciting incidents go this is a very solid start. We're presented with a clear conflict that has clear and direct consequences, and an opening intrigue. Lucy is thrust into a disadvantageous position of her own making, and now must figure out how she's going to survive going forward. It's also a very, well, human conflict. At several points other kivs tell Lucy she doesn't need to confront Goldune about anything. He made his intentions perfectly clear when he left. All she needs to do is accept this and let it go. But she can't, she can't accept that she was so disposable, she needs to hear it from him before she can really believe it. She's young and impulsive, and this feels realistically like the kind of mistake a young and impulsive person would make.

There is also an overarching theme to this novel which can be summed up by Sally's advice to Lucy:

As much as this chapter is focused on establishing the particulars and peculiarities of the setting, it is also the thesis statement for the rest of the novel. "It's just a little thing" will become an arc phrase, to signal when something will be the first in a line of dominoes leading to something more spectacular. Lucy herself is referred to often as a little thing, and we get a swift and flashy example of how her involvement escalates as situation with the fire at the dollhouse, which will follow her throughout the rest of the book.

While the writing trends towards overly poetic and bombastic in places it's ultimately very readable. I do think it plays better as an audiobook. Fennah knows how he wants the material to sound and that comes across in his narration. When listening to the chapter the dialogue sounds fairly natural. When reading it tends to come off as kind of stilted. The usual issues with a self published work are also present, grammar and punctuation errors, formatting issues, nothing egregious but the sort of inevitable little mistakes that slip through when you're trying to get an 800+ page behemoth out the door without the oversight of a dedicated editor. Still so far I'm having a good time with this. Writing any novel is something most aspiring authors struggle to make happen. Writing eight hundred pages of novel with seven more on the way borders on madness. One must be impressed by the sheer ambition of it all if nothing else.

[inspired-lesson-plans]

Do Now: (5 min+)

Stare deeply into the regular 4-dimensional polytope below until you become unanchored from linear time.

Guided Learning: (20 min)

Mathematics is fundamentally the art of the abstract. If I have 5 apples and you take away 3 apples, I am not left with 2 apples because no apples are identical and no real-world measurement can ever be infinitely precise. This is particularly evident in the practice of geometry. Call on students to explain the definitions of a familiar rank-2 polytope (triangle). After ensuring that have the correct definition (3 straight line segments that form 3 vertices), ask them what a triangle would look like in the real world. Encourage your students to prove that abstract shapes can only exist as abstract concepts.

Higher Order Learning: (remaining time)

Students work individually or in partner groups to browse the Convex Uniform Polyhedra and pick one to research. You should have a Google Slides file prepared on Google Classroom with each of the polyhedra as their own slide for the students to fill out. Don't just include basic information! There are plenty of opportunities for students to be creative in what they report! Give them time to read through the whole article! Keep them on-task and you'll be amazed at what they teach themselves!

I love the lists of regular polyhedra on Wikipedia

behold, the deltoidal hexecontahedron:

the great rhobihexahedron:

here we have the ditrigonal dodecicosidodecahedron:

the great retrosnub icosidodecahedron:

the beautiful twins, the sixteenth stellation of the icosidodecahedron, and her sister, the seventeenth stellation of same:

they look like some kind of mysterious and terrible Pokemon to me.

and lastly, her royal majesty, the final stellation of the icosahedron:

once when i was a child, i had a terrible earache that afflicted my dreams with nightmares of acute geometry. i think i saw her there, bloody and majestic, hovering above my bed.

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Updated Chris Knight headcanon list

many stolen headcanons from Real Genius- Chris Knight Drabbles link to old hc list

Love languages: touch and acts of service

Chaotic bisexual and complete extrovert

Southern California born, New Mexico raised

A summer baby, probably a Leo

Started college at 14, turning 15 early in the semester(my guess because Kent threw Mitch's test scores in Chris' face instead of his early entrance)

Started high school at 11 and was headhunted during his third year(working back)

Likes to say he’s a high school drop out, which is technically true!

Roomed with Kent in freshman year, then roomed with Ik for the next two years before rooming with Mitch for his last semester

Hates rooming alone. The lack of stimulation is grating and he starts wilting and going stir crazy without social interaction

Used to run, swim, and climb.

Will climb just about any surface, given half a chance and five seconds of standing still.

2E with adhd. Fidgets with coins and pencils/pens

Used to spend a lot of energy masking his intensities, partially to try and be like normal people, partially to please his parents. Stopped caring after he met Lazlo

Actually a fan of baseball, interesting use of statistics and probabilities

Likes pool for the practical application of geometry and physics

Sleeps like a fucking octopus, if you are sharing a bed or sleeping surface be prepared to wake up in a tangle of limbs. Professional big spoon.

Firm believer that pants are bullshit

Not entirely sure about shirts, but is giving them the benefit of the doubt

Other than slippers, he's only willing to wear flip flops and topsiders.

Refused to go back to school for his Doctorate for years

Was close to a breaking point even before meeting Lazlo, but I think it was a real wake up call.

Took on to waaay much work to please Hathaway before he met Lazlo

Spent most of his time with Mitch trying to stop him from making the same mistakes as Lazlo and himself

Genuinely enjoys being a teacher, but needs the stimulation of doing research too. Terrible at following a lesson plan, dear lord does he get side-tracked

Chris has no clue how to communicate what he wants in any kind of relationship. Or how to communicate well in a relationship for that matter. He's used to being needed and providing for that need. He likes to use sarcasm and jokes to cover up his deficits. Trying to get him to talk about important issues is like pulling teeth.

He never gets better at verbal communicating, but does with non-verbal communication.

If he’s serous about something, he can not look anyone in the eye

Specialty is Chemical Lasers and troubleshooting for other projects. [being a lab fixer? going into a project and within a week finding the problem and fixing it]

I like the idea that Chris is vaguely related to Kazansky, maybe his cousin or second cousin?

Ambidextrous

learned how to lock-pick after repeatedly locked himself out of his dorm, also why he wears his key as a necklace

[spiders-notagain]

Vulcan Education

I haven't seen much else on what Vulcan Schools are suppossed to look like so I came up with my own. Intermixed are some bits I like from Memory Beta. Im ignoring all the parts from 20 yrs and after because it may only be applicable to the Lyr Zor clan and isnt compatible with Alpha canon anyway.

kan-tuihal-shi'oren (Nursery School): Ages 3-5

Its not a necessary prerequisite for primary school but many parents consider it to be important in the schooling process anyway. Benefits include the fundamentals in most every subject for primary school, peer socialization, and a variety of new ideas (er well vulcan-filtered ideas). A bigger emphasis is made on the arts in this school than in later schools. Students learn and perform dances for their parents and community.

Vulcan toddlers are capable of a great deal of self sufficiency when well taught, however not all parents have the time to cover all the basics and can't afford the multiple tutors some clans spring for (or just choose not to).

Newborn children til the age of four were known to take part in visual mathematics, basical calculation as well as beginning the neurological organization of their brains which was followed by an identity meld. By the time they were four, they began mathematics and species identification as well as began to coordinate the use of their physical bodies. Furthermore, algebra, geometry and physics dominated their study life at this time.

During their early education, Vulcan children took part in a curriculum where they learnt the most rudimentary telesper skills to better control their innate telepathic abilities.

nenik-shi'oren (Primary School): Ages 6-14

Schooling is largely made up of lectures and frequent homework, intermixed with regular progress testing via skill domes. Skill domes also serve a part in final exams. With the exception of certain classes, in-classwork is rare. Schoolwork is done mostly through padds. It's more reminiscent of a college with a few differences: 1. Youre not allowed to skip lectures 2. More classes are required as per graduation. In some classes, resources are provided and learning is mostly self directed. There are multiple education paths that come more into play by graduation but primary school is generally understood to be non-specific. By the graduation of this school, children would have the education equivalent up to 14th grade. Classes are separated by skill level rather than age, although most classes happen to be made up of children around the same age anyway. Many 'fun' events (like crafts or holiday parties) that would be common in schools of other species do not exist in vulcan schools. Although some teachers of alien cultures include a sampler of such activities in their lesson plans. Because they are young, children are permitted frequent mental breaks as a sort of vulcan pomodoro technique to increase productivity. As they get older they will be expected to train their mind to do this naturally.

While most schools go over the basics of psychic training, the bulk of it is expected to be handled by family. Usually by a parent but some clans have someone who specializes in it. This is also the kind of thing some families get a tutor for.

An informal social heirarchy forms between students as they hit certain milestones, with these students being admired as older and more mature. At 7, their kan-telan (bonding ceremony). And at 10, their kahs-wan. The latter being more important and noticable. (The kahs-wan can be taken as early as 7 but not often)

When they were eight, children began preliminary telepathic communication and were taught etiquette as well as their clans history along with Vulcan anthropology, calculus and quantum physics. When the child was ten, they learn to suppress cortical stimuli in the dominant hemisphere as well as learn of their races cultural history and began a study of Vulcan rites of passage. By the time they were eleven, they learn of the pressure points needed for mind melding in addition to learning memory accuracy and internal time counting. Furthermore, they were introduced to logic and definition, the principles of analysis, concreteness of thought and physical deportment. These early years of study were expected to continue til the child was between the age of thirteen to fifteen after which their formal training began.

dahrik-shi'oren (Secondary School): Ages 14-20+

Schools at this stage are often specialized and considered precursors to advanced academies such as:

Vulcan Science Academy (VSA)

Vulcan Medical Institute

Vulcan Institute of Defense Arts (VIDA)

Vulcan School of Diplomacy

Studies here aren't as fast paced and ruthless as full colleges. And unlike primary school they have no government standard learning criteria to meet. Most students would be either in the direct midst of puberty or finishing out its second stages. In some areas they have just one school which contains the pathways necessary for whichever trade schools are popular in the region (more like a skills center).

In more isolated areas this is where students would have either moved to the city to pursue higher education or found a job locally to help out at home (likely picking up an apprenticeship).

For those that choose to take it, the Rite of Taloth is commonly undergone around this time. While it is an acknowledged accomplishment among peers, a social heiarchy is not formed around it as that is now viewed as childish.

When formal training began, the first rite conducted was Tal T'Lee where they were assisted in their meditation by an adept of their clan council. They learn to control their subdominant cortices which was followed by Dwemish Hi-An where identity isolation was learnt along with brain control with numbers systems and equations. They also learn multiplication left to right whereupon they took part in Enok-Kal Fi Lar which was the processes of definition and the concepts of given. Once this was complete, the child took part in An-Prele between the age of sixteen to nineteen where they learn pain control meditation from a clan council adept. They were also expected to read Essays of Discipline and Analysis of Pseudodoxy as well as was expected to learn to segregate the lobes of their brains.

*I came up with the names through stuff on VLD and VLI but if anyone wants to consolidate it to sound catchier go ahead.

[wildsparrows]

Lonnie and Zacker Side Story: Part 1

Kapag Ang Dagat Ay Tahimik...

This is deadzonedenizen, I'm just in my PPT sideblog. Also no, this isn't canon to the fledglings AU-

Set during @decadeofjoy-au's Maury Serge side story: Happy Birthday!

(Icanexplainwhythisnameisbad helped me with this!)

Alon Habagat-DeadZoneDenizen

Maria Harper-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Azure Nilson-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Maury Serge-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Orion Asteria-TDOJ(Brief Appearance)

Hixel Pixel-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Antsy Antilope-TDOJ(Mentioned)

Mr. Sandman-TDOJ(Distant screams from part 17 of the canon story)

Caleb-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)

Zack Danielwoods-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Brief Appearance)

A.I.-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)

Commander Cinnatart-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)

Silencer/Nostalgia Nancy-icanexplainwhythisnameisbad(Mentioned)

Aether F. Beaumus-Stallia abiarts(Brief Appearance)

Usher Pyper-Stallia abiarts(Mentioned)

Mangus J. Harper-Anewbieartist356(Mentioned)

Silas The Scorpion-Anewbieartist356(Mentioned)

Miss Delight-Canon(Brief Appearance)

Mommy Long Legs-Canon

Huggy Wuggy-Canon(Mentioned)

Catnap-Canon(Mentioned)

Doey The Doughman-Canon(Mentioned)

The Prototype-Canon(Mentioned)

Lonnie had many reasons to be suspicious of this place.

The toys’ so-called dress-codes, Caleb’s conspiracy theories, Maggie’s hiding spots, Zack’s dad’s whereabouts, the other generals, in Cinnatart’s words, Icarus spotting keylogging devices in places where they shouldn’t…

Whatever the hell this Theater Incident is…

But Lonnie allowed it to slide. He had his own little unfinished business to take care of, which he planned on getting back to later. Right now, he just had to sit through this Geometry lesson Miss Delight was teaching. Were there only…five of them in class right now? 

Yeah, it was just him, Maury, Zack, Aether, and Orion…He’s known about Maria and Caleb being missing for a while now, Usher’s dislike of the teachers, and Maggie’s dislike of the toys in general…But Azure? Well, Maria’s apparently like a sister to her, so her disappearance might’ve affected her in some way…

Lonnie had his own priorities. And if there’s one thing that he learned in his workfield…

It’s to learn when not to get involved.

And by whatever god that still hasn’t abandoned this doomed timeline yet, if he really does need to get involved, then let there be a sign.

“Class dismissed! You all have a delightful day!”

And that’s the cue. Upon Miss Delight’s greeting, the students began packing up their things, with Lonnie not being exempt from that. But not before giving him one last glance at his own geometry notes. He can’t exactly say he remembers much of the lessons than when he first learned of it, but the refresher was nice. 

His writing was tiny and only included the keywords and all, as if made to fit as much information as possible…and ironically also using up the remaining space for doodles of jellyfish and other sea creatures…

Shoving the notebook back in his worn down backpack, he slung it over his shoulders before leaving. Hmm…seems like everyone already left. Looks like it’s his turn to turn off both the AC and the lights. Scanning the room, the place was full of color and decorations that you’d think you’d only see in the Preschool wing of the school. Honestly, that seemed to be a recurring theme with the factory itself. They really want to drive home the fun kiddy aspect of this place.

Waltzing to where the AC was, he passed Maury’s chair and…spotted his Geometry book? Did he leave it? Out of curiosity, Lonnie opened the book. Looks like he tends to underline keywords with pencil instead of using the traditional highlighter. Probably to leave the option to erase any irrelevant info. 

There’s other small notes regarding the lessons scattered about in the pages, though it seems like not much effort was put into it. Some of the writings were smudged too. Lonnie can imagine Maury accidentally smudging it with the side of his palm a lot.

Regardless, there’s nothing here of much use. It’s probably better to return it. Shutting the lights in the room, he stepped out of the classroom to leave, passing through the hallways as he did. 

Sticker-filled lockers line from end to end in said hallway, though leaving the textbook in Maury’s wasn’t much of an option. Not without knowing his padlock’s password. Instead, he heeded no mind and exited the school, planning to go to the Game Station. 

That’s apparently where Maury usually goes after school. A bit inconvenient since you still have to use the Playtime Express and the Train Station to get there from Playcare, but whatever. Gives him the excuse to familiarize himself with the factory more instead of just Playcare.

Boarding Playtime Express’s cable car, he moved some of the non-living mini-critters to sit on one of the seats, letting himself lean on the back cushions for that sweet sweet back relief. He then stared at the TV in the corner. 

It played mostly the same Playtime Co. cartoons that played when he was first being toured around by the toys. According to the other orphans, that’s all it ever played. Well, apparently not always, as far as what Zack accidentally slipped up. Totally not ominous whatsoever, that kid…

Then he arrived at the Train Station. 

Not too eventful. Sharing seats with mostly toys and the occasional younger orphan here, he stared at one of the windows, spotting security cameras through the reflection without giving himself away to the cameras themselves. Alright then. 

Most of the toys were either completely tense, or absolutely exhausted. While the orphans, mostly younger ones, were talking amongst themselves about whatever new games Maury had planned for them next. Everything was mostly fine, until…

This- ear shattering scream rang out.

The train suddenly erupted into a frenzy. The younger orphans jumped out of their seats, the exhausted toys were quickly woken out of their daze, and the tense ones stood up to calm the situation down. And if that wasn’t enough, muffled shouts from somewhere in the factory followed soon after.

“WHAT!? NO!!! QUIT RUNNIN’ SO I CAN GRAB YOU!! DON’T YALL KNOW WHAT HE'S GON DO TO ME!? I CAN'T GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN!!! NOT AGAIN PLEASE!!”

All of the toys simultaneously froze. Did they recognize that voice? Some of them shared shocked glances, while others covered the orphans’ ears. Although they didn’t bother with Lonnie, assuming his headphones are still playing.

But…

“NONONONO!!! PLEASE!!! GET BACK HERE!! WHY ARE YOU TWO SO….FUCKIN’ SELFISH!?!? CAN’T YA’LL SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOIN’?!?” The voice pleaded. “NONE OF THIS WOULDA HAPPENED IF YOU TWO BRATS HAD JUST STAYED PUT IN PLAYCARE!"

He heard it all.

"IF YOU HAD JUST STAYED THERE YOU COULDA LEFT! WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO FUCKIN’ HARD!? HIXEL’S DEAD." The voice continued to ring out from who knows where. "THE FOUR LEADS MIGHT DIE…and IM GON GET SENT BACK TO THE TRENCHES AND ITS ALL. YOUR. FAULT!!!”

He heard everything…

“N-no…NO NOT AGAIN! PLEASE! PLEASE, MAN! I TRIED MY BEST! JUST NOT AGAIN! A.I.!?, NANCY!?, ANTSY- SILAS!! HELP ME!!! I DONT WANNA-”

What in the ever-loving hadal zone was that?! The scream was loud enough to cause the lights to flicker, and the commotion was even starting to rock the train a bit. Lonnie stood up and held onto the grab handles as tight as he could until the dust finally settled, and whoever was conducting the train had no choice but to stop to an abrupt halt.

…Well, not that far of a walk away from the Game Station, Lonnie guessed.

As he walked the entire time, he couldn’t help but think of what that was about. Two brats? Maria and Caleb? Hixel? Like the toy robot? There’s four leads? Well, he knows about Mommy and Doey being two of them thanks to Cinnatart, but who are the others? Who are they, and who are those names the voice mentioned at the end? The trenches? D-did that person who screamed die…?

Who’s…this he…that’s threatening him…?

One walk to the Game Station later, and he arrived to see other younger orphans telling the ones Lonnie shared a train ride with not to bother with Maury’s next game. Something about being unable to find him?

‘Don’t tell me I had to deal with all of that for nothing…’ Lonnie thought.

Why is he even spending all of this effort looking for one person, when he could’ve just left the textbook in Maury’s room at Home Sweet Home? He knew he told himself it’s for familiarizing himself more, but he’s starting to think of all the better times he could’ve done that. In the corner of Lonnie’s eye, he then found a certain head toy in pink. Great, maybe Miss Long Legs knows where the missing boy is.

“Excuse me- Miss Long Legs?”

The toy flinched, before turning around to face him. 

“Yes, dear?”

Seems even she was tense. Was this about Maria and Caleb’s whereabouts? Makes sense, he figured. The first seventy-two hours are the most critical when looking for a missing person, and how many days has it been since those two’s disappearances? Nevertheless, Lonnie feigned ignorance and tilted his head.

“Umm- I can’t help but notice how on edge you and the others have been, and- I don’t think that scream really helped.” He pointed out. “Is it about Maria and Caleb?”

Mommy’s breath went unsteady for a minute, looking at the other orphans at the Game Station. Why did she even agree on letting Azure go? She should’ve stayed with the others while the other three searched for Maria and Caleb! What- just because A.I. vouched for her? That meeting left here really tense, and the sands of time are only further running out. Regardless, she forced a smile.

“Well yes, b-but rest assured, we will find them!” She tried to convince Lonnie…and herself. The last thing she needed was another orphan conducting their own search party. “But enough about that, what brings you here, Lonnie dear-”

“You guys already contacted the authorities about it, right?” Lonnie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to do this all on your own. The factory is really big and all, and I’m sure the police can help-”

“No! No, umm-” Mommy cleared her throat. “What I meant to say is, we’ve got it all taken care of! Now, as I was saying…”

“What brings you here, Lonnie dear?”

Lonnie hid his rising suspicions under his oblivious facade, before presenting Maury’s geometry book in his hands.

“I was wondering where Maury is? He left his textbook in class, and I wanted to return it to him.” He filled Mommy in, then glanced at the disappointed younger orphans. “I’ve overheard from the younger kids that he’s not here, when he usually has all these games planned.”

Mommy blinked in surprise, internally forcing herself to think of an explanation. “Oh! Well you see-” She momentarily looked at the Train Station’s waiting area, where she last saw Maury before leaving to eat lunch, and…

“He’s- He’s been adopted!” She lied. “He’s found a new home, with a wonderful new pair of parents!” She tried to make a convincing laugh, wincing internally at how it came out.

“Adopted?” Lonnie echoed, catching the toy’s failed attempt at subtlety. One that Mommy would hope he’d excuse for stress from the two missing kids. But at this point, Lonnie’s only getting more suspicious from here on out. “Oh, that’s great for him! I’m just a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to know him more before he left. Oh well…”

“Looks like I’m just gonna have to leave this in his room.” He slouched in feigned disappointment, holding the book back to his chest. “Take care, Miss Long Legs!”

Mommy nodded in return, watching in worry as Lonnie disappeared from her sight. She fidgeted with her plastic fingers, unable to shake off the jitters from her spine. Five days…

That’s all they have…

--

Part 2's first draft is already done, I'm just waiting for Zacker's owner to give me the green light since that's when Zacker actually shows up. Oh, and fun fact! If you can't tell by the title, Lonnie's Filipino! His full name is Haiyan M.(Maalon) Habagat, so take those name meanings in that context🤭

[gilfrespecter]

for the character ask game you reblogged: 12 + 17 for melissa and 28 + 33 for billy!! :3c

12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

Other than “sometime in May” I don't know her birthday, and I also don't remember exactly when I came up with her other than late 2020/early 2021? i think I typed out her original concept as a joke and then months later when I was freaking out about continuing to play my Weird Little Guy in my friend Basil’s MOTW campaign I was able to pin her down very fast. But also oh my god she's 4.

She hasn't really celebrated her birthday since she was like. 8. Adam(her dad) would always try to be home around then but it was hard considering that its relatively close to mardi gras season and the logistics of what to do with a tractor trailer lol& quite frankly Needing to pick up jobs. Barbara(grandma who raised her) kind of just. Didn't do celebrations very much at all. Not in like a Mean way more just like. Being horribly horribly depressed and very tight on money thing. So she never really picked up on that and had enough social troubles in elementary school where she wouldn't have been invited to many other kids birthday parties to be like. Jealous of ig? Like probably did Friend Stuff in middle&high school but no strong foundation and then she mcfucking dieded.

Fast forward from the 80s/90s between her inherent memory issues, the long stretch of homelessness/semi homelessness and her trouble keeping track of time and Aging Fuckery From Bring A Shambling Corpse Animated By A God Of Terror she does not remember her birthday either other than “sometime in May”. Only one of her fake IDs has a may date on it.

As for other ppl celebrating bdays she thinks it's like? Really cute. Couldn't plan a party and 50/50 on whether she'd show up if invited but its adorable. 

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

She transitioned pretty early(9-13ish)(Barbara took care of business), prior to that she didnt have many friends so kind of just followed Barb around like a lost puppy. After that TOTAL latchkey kid, out running around with the other kids in the project till the street lamps came on lol. This stressed Barb to No Fucking End(80s. Magnolia projects) but honestly Melissa looks back on it as a really fond time. Alot of pickup games, hanging out in the graveyard, by the river.

Other than Running Around Outside Barb had roped a cousin into giving her relatively intensive violin/fiddle lessons(both styles). Peepaw Boudreau had played and while Barb has Mixed Feelings about him being dead she was Not Going To Let A Good Instrument go to waste.

In high school she also would've done some minor math tutoring for classmates, geometry&trig especially. She met her best friend/ date doing that(trading, she needed help with english)(he lost touch with her 2 months before she died)

28.how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Billy is in the Top Contenders For Clingiest Motherfuckers On The Planet. She's just the kind of guy to always be touching someone as long as it's socially acceptable. Also loves doing things for people they care about. Like if someone they like complains even a little bit about a chore other than cooking it will silently make sure he does that for them forever now. (He's a decent cook, just really hates making anything more complex than like. Tea. However is Very big on the Cut Up Fruit Apology. But will also not confess to being the one who's left someone cut up fruit. Albireo is haunted by a fruit ghost). Does tend to be very pushy with ppl he cares about.

As for ppl zi doesn't like. Especially if forced social contact. Very bad at hiding it. Seethes, sulks, glares, 1 word answers. Will not-so-subtly try to bait them into throwing the first punch. In fairness does try to avoid being around ppl she doesn't like. Has inherent issues with authority that can make that challenging

Is capable of acting, however, especially for a Goals Sake. Also generally pretty amicable? Other than being an authority he doesn't think deserves it Something has to Happen for that treatment haha.

Now the Viktor Conundrum. So he was introduced to Viktor right after Jericho, who he looked up to and sort of saw as a ‘everythings going to be ok look at him’ figure, Died Badly. Like. Less than 8 hours. Like he was just sent away from helping on of Jericho’s adult children make a funeral pyre. And was explicitly told by his (not-scary)boss who he just learned is Shadier Than Originally Expected that Viktor is Jericho's replacement now. So already off on the wrong foot. And then they got stuck in a time loop where, in his POV Viktor’s behavior made them stay stuck longer(Maurice does not get this held against them in the same way bc he already likes them). And then {redacted}. So like. He feels bad& responsible for him but also they got off on SUCH a bad foot. And also there's a little(a lot) a bit of that thing where u know when u meet someone with the same kind of autism as you and they grate on ur nerves real bad even though u know you act the exact same way going on.

33. if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

I was going to draw stuff for this but I fucked up my wrist earlierrrrrr. This one's kind of hard to answer bc thanks to TTRPG format the other characters that I think about the most in relation are Not My Guys They Are My Friend's Guys. But other than that, Alondra, their older sister, would be like “little bastard is more stubborn than mamí and that's not a good thing. Wish he'd stop blaming himself” and Mal, her spouse, “I love him, don't get me wrong, but he can be so much sometimes? Like, they're so sweet, but sometimes I just need her to step back, y'know?”

And of course, Maverick(horse), “my pet. Feeds me appy slices :). Doesn't let me bite fingers :( Let's me play with their foal :) makes me go on the train :( takes me to bite cows :) braids my mane and tail :/. I will not stomp them to death with my beautiful and powerful hooves.”

But if someone :jestersweetness: who plays with me would like to answer this I would also greatly like to see that

[princesssarisa]

What are the favorite hobbies of the Disney Princesses?

Some of these are canon, others are headcanons. I won't bother to list "singing," because that's a given for most of them.

Snow White: Cooking. The one good thing to come out the Queen's reducing her to a scullery maid is that she discovered her talent in the kitchen.

Cinderella: Sewing. She makes clothes for the mice and birds, she planned to fix up her mother's dress herself, and even as a princess, she'll probably be known for her excellent needlework.

Aurora: Dancing. She does it in the woods with her animal friends and later with Phillip, and despite presumably having no formal lessons, she's the epitome of natural grace.

Ariel: Exploring and collecting things.

Belle: What else? Reading.

Jasmine: Studying politics. While I still haven't seen the live-action remake, I do like the idea of a political Jasmine who not only wants freedom, but who wants to use her royal status to help her people, not just be a powerless "lady."

Pocahontas: Canoeing, swimming, and exploring the woods.

Mulan: Horseback riding, and inventing things, like the bone-on-a-string-device she used to get Little Brother to feed the chickens. If she didn't have to be either a lady or a soldier, she could be an excellent inventor.

Tiana: Cooking, which is also her professional skill, and later dancing, thanks to Naveen's influence.

Rapunzel: She has many hobbies (she needed them to pass the time in the tower), but her favorite is painting.

Merida: Horseback riding and archery.

Anna: Bike riding, playing games, and doing fun activities with Elsa.

Elsa: Creating art and architecture with her ice powers. Also, geometry (as per the book A Sister More Like Me), which helps her design her creations.

Moana: Sailing.

[canmom-art]

lo: the two shots I made for the short film project 'pathfinder' directed by NAZ NXT (ناز ) for a little contest that a certain animation discord was running.

the film was planned to be a 2D-in-3D project, but the 2D animators all ended up dropping out in the end. the main thing I worked on was sculpting and painting this mountain, and doing the lighting and broader environment.

here are some still shots of the mountain under more naturalistic lighting (some WIPs from earlier in the project):

the main ridge in the foreground here involved a massively complicated UV unwrap as I tried to get the texture coordinates even and non-overlapping everywhere. later I simply resorted to projecting the texture along the axis of the syncline-anticline fold system (I decided 'oooh what if there was an anticline fold' when I was texture painting), which actually worked just fine! because that's how geometry works! if I'd done it that way on the other ridge, and done a separate unwrap for the details texture, I could have saved myself a lot of trouble. lesson learned lmao!

geologically this is a tad questionable - this isn't really how sandstone strat would tend to erode. when I was sculpting, I hadn't really decided on the underlying geology, so I couldn't really take that into account. that said, for a first time making a sandstone mountain entirely by hand, I'm pretty happy with how it came out! if I were to do a project like this again, I would probably create a worldspace shader to show the rock strata so I could see them while sculpting.

the images above use a Nishita sky, but Naz wanted something more dramatic, so for the final film, I made this wonderful sphaghetti of a shader:

which essentially maps the sky into polar coordinates and creates the sun, and the glow around it, using various combinations of noise and gradient maps. I'm really happy with how it came out.

for the contest Naz edited together a trailer as our submission - not sure if he's planning to upload it anywhere. in any case, though we didn't manage everything we set out to do, this project was still a lot of fun and I'm very happy with the bit I did.