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A Little Holiday Giveaway!

Since it’s the holiday season, I figured I’d do a teensy giveaway.

What you’ll get: an extra of your choice (around 2k)

Some rules for the winner’s prompt: Your request should involve characters that have POVs in the stories that are publicly available. (So no characters that have only appeared on Patreon, sorry!) I reserve the right to veto the winner’s prompt, e.g. if the winner asks for something that was already written for the Patreon. In case this happens, I’ll obviously do my best to figure something out that works for me and the winner. I’m also somewhat reluctant to write AUs for my own characters.

What you need to do to enter:

follow this blog

reblog this post (there are no extra entries for multiple reblogs)

for one extra entry: reply to this post and tell me who your favorite character from the Same Old Streets ‘verse is

likes do not count

You have until Saturday, December 5, to reblog (& reply). I’ll close the giveaway at midnight PST and I’ll randomly select a winner.

The winner will be announced on the blog on Sunday, December 6. I’ll reach out to them either via ask or chat. If the winner doesn’t reply within 48 hours, I’ll pick someone else.

Happy holidays!

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In my district students can choose 100% online or 100% in person, the teachers cannot. I’ll go to work every day and pray that it’s not the day the virus hits my school, my classroom, or me, knowing full well it’s only a matter of time. Yes, I miss my students, but I don’t want to die.

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AH!!! I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!

Two Grand Prize Winners will receive:

a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES

a Samwell University mini-pennant

a falcs keychain & falcs enamel pin

And one winner will receive a signed copy of CHECK, PLEASE!: STICKS AND SCONES!

☆ Rules ☆

✔ The giveaway ends Friday, April 3. ✔ Enter by liking or re-blogging this post. You can enter as much as you’d like. ✔ Shipping to US & Canada only! Winners must respond with a mailing address within 24 hours of notification, please!

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Check, Please! follows Eric Bittle, a former figure skater who joins his college’s ice hockey team. It’s a queer romance, coming-of-age story, and has fun found family vibes! Read on checkpleasecomic.com or over at @omgcheckplease.

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One of the best parts of teaching third grade, is that this is still my life. My kids get so excited about their Valentine’s, and I have a bag full of little cards to look at tomorrow.

I miss being 7 and designing a Valentine's Day shoebox and buying 25 little paper valentines with whatever I loved on them and writing them to each of my classmates and adding a little piece of candy to each valentine and dropping them in all my classmate's boxes and then opening my own box at the end of the day to discover 25 little valentines from the rest of my class showing what they all loved.... Oh to be a 7-year-old on February 14th

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YEAR OF THE WILD CARD

We love chaos. We love it a lot.

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YEAR OF THE WILD CARD

We love chaos. We love it a lot.

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CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW THESE CUTIES LEGENDS ARE SUPPORTING EACH OTHER

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gritty was sent to us by the hockey gods in chaotic preparation for what might be the most unpredictable playoffs in stanley cup history

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*blows a kiss towards vegas* for marc-andre fleury

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Steve Dangle is a literal mood (you know it’s true) and here are some gifs to prove it {Feel free to add more}

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like i realize here isn’t a lot of crossover between sports fans and musical theater fans but why the FUCK doesn’t the nhl make a big deal whenever the sharks and jets play each other

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It’s raining in Texas. On my birthday. So....

We’ve been holding onto this video for days, but thought it was PERFECT for Tyson Tuesday!

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Hey @starkidkellan, we’re going to be there!!!!

You can’t win ‘em all but UGH.

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Friendly Reminder

Last year, the US women’s hockey team risked everything when they threatened to boycott the world championships in protest against the federation’s lack of compensation and inequitable treatment of its girl’s and women’s programs. Initially, the executive committee attempted to replace the team—but every collegiate, rec-league, and even high school player they approached rebuffed them. Because of this massive alliance by players of all ages, USA hockey’s executive committee finally authorized a new deal where women on the national team could make a living wage, receive team performance bonuses, have insurance coverage, etc. (all things the lesser-performing men’s team has had for decades). Not only did the US women’s team go on to win gold in the world championships, but they now have an Olympic gold medal as well. I could not have more love or respect for these women.

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We practiced a lock and secure drill today at school. 

My third graders huddled in a corner looking terrified, even though I had warned them it was coming and was just practice.

As we sat in silence I went over my plan of what I would do if this ever happened for real. A plan I think about at least once a day. 

Every single plan I create ends up the same:

Send my family a text that says I love them.

Take a video of my class saying “we love you” in case the worst happens, and that’s all their families have left.

Fight like hell and probably end up dying, but maybe my kids will survive.

I think about this at least once a day.

I continue to teach even though I am worried because I love my kids.  

I continue to teach because I am lucky enough to teach the future generation how to be kind, compassionate, and loving. 

I continue to teach because I am teaching the generation that is going to change the world.  

Hi.

I’m your kid’s teacher, and I would take a bullet for your child. But I wish you wouldn’t ask me to.

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We had an intruder drill today.

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I have shepherded children through a lot of intruder drills. I have also, on one memorable occasion, shepherded children through a non-drill. When I was a children’s librarian in a rough suburb, armed men got into a fight in the alley behind our building. We ushered all of the kids - most of whom were unattended - into the basement while we waited for the police.

During intruder drills, some children - from five-year-olds all the way to high school kids - get visibly upset. At one school, the intruder drill included administrators running down the hallways, screaming and banging on lockers to simulate the “real thing.” Kids cry. Kindergartners wet themselves. Teenagers laugh, nudging each other, even as the blood drains from their faces.

Other children handle intruder drills matter-of-factly. “Would the guy be able to shoot us through the door?” they ask, the same way they’d ask a question about their math homework. In some ways, this is worse than the kids who cry. To be so young and so accustomed to fear that these drills seem routine.

And then there are the teachers. There is no way, huddling in a corner with your students, ducking out of view of the windows and doors, to avoid thinking about what happens when it’s not a drill.

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People really hate teachers. I don’t take it personally. It actually makes a lot of sense: what other group of professionals do we know so well? How many doctors have you had? How many plumbers? How many secretaries?

Over the course of my public school education, I had at least fifty teachers for at least a year each. So of course some of them were bad. You take fifty people from any profession, and a couple of them are going to be terrible at their job.

So I had a couple of teachers who were terrible, and a few teachers who were amazing, inspirational figures - the kinds of teachers they make movies about.

And then I had a lot of teachers who did a good job. They came to school every day and worked hard. They’d planned our lessons and they graded our papers. I learned what I was supposed to, more or less, even if it wasn’t the most incredible learning experience of my life.

Most teachers fall into that category. I’m sure I do.

Looking at it from the other side, though, I see something that I didn’t know when I was a kid.

Those workhorse teachers who tried, who failed sometimes and sometimes succeeded, who showed up every day and did their jobs: those teachers loved us.

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Of course you can never know what you’ll do in the event. That’s what they always say. In the event of an intruder, a fire, a tornado.

You can never know until you know.

But part of what’s so terrifying, so upsetting about an intruder drill as a teacher, is that on some level you do know. You don’t aspire to martyrdom; you’ve never wanted to be a hero. You go home every night to a family that loves you, and you intend to spend the next fifty years with them. You will do everything in your power to hide yourself in that office along with your kids.

But if you can’t.

If you can’t.

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When people tell me about why they oppose gun control, I can’t hear it anymore.

I’m from a part of the country where everybody has guns. I used to be really moderate about this stuff, and I am not anymore.

I can’t be.

Every day, I go to work in a building that contains hundreds of children. Every single one of those kids, including every kid that makes me crazy, is a joy and a blessing. They make their parents’ lives meaningful. They make my life meaningful. They are the reason I go to work in the morning, and the reason I worry and plan when I come home.

Parents usually know a handful of kids who are the most wonderful creatures on the planet. I know a couple thousand. It is an incredible privilege, and it is also terrifying. The world is big and scary, and I love so many small people who must go out into it.

So when adults tell me, “I have the right to own a gun”, all I can hear is: “My right to own a gun outweighs your students’ right to be alive.” All I can hear is: “My right to own a gun is more important than kindergarteners feeling safe at school.” All I can hear is: “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

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When you are sitting there hiding in the corner of your classroom, you know.

The alternative would be unthinkable.

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We live in a country where children are acceptable casualties. Every time someone tells me about the second amendment I want to give them a history lesson. I also want to ask them: in what universe is your right to walk into a Wal-Mart to buy a deadly weapon more important than the lives of hundreds of children shot dead in their schools?

Parents send their kids to school every day with this shadow. Teachers live with the shadow. We work alongside it. We plan for it. In the event.

In the event, parents know that their children’s teachers will do everything in their power to keep them safe. We plan for it.

And when those plans don’t work, teachers die protecting their students.

We love your children. That’s why we’re here. Some of us love the subject we teach, too, and that’s important, but all of us love your kids.

The alternative would be unthinkable.

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When you are waiting, waiting, waiting for the voice to come on over the PA, telling you that the drill is over, you look at the apprehensive faces around you. You didn’t grow up like this. You never once hid with your teacher in a corner, wondering if a gunman was just around the corner. It is astonishing to you that anyone tolerates this.

And the kids are nervous, but they are all looking to you. You’re their teacher.

They know what you didn’t know, back when you were a kid, back before Columbine. They know that you love them. They know you will keep them safe.

You’re their teacher.

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If you are a parent who thinks it’s totally reasonable for civilians to have a house full of assault weapons, and who accepts the blood of innocent people in exchange for that right, it doesn’t change anything for me. I will love your kid. I will treat you, and your child, the same way I treat everyone else: with all of the respect and the care that is in me.

In the event, I will do everything in my power to keep your child safe.

I just want you to know what you are asking me to do.