#But I wanted to focus on the dance

[r4tfromm3rcury]

Yeah toxic yuri political intrigues and murder is cool or whatever BUT WHERE IS MY BOY?????? SUNFYRE??????? (design based on his book self)

[uncanny-tranny]

Hey, you're being lied to about what fitness constitutes. If you can't work in an hour-long crossfit slog, but you can work in a five-minute walk, then that is still fitness. If you can't use your legs but you can do arm circles every now and again, that is still fitness. If you're moving around at work, that's still fitness. It can be intentional or incidental, but here's the best part: your body doesn't care if you're dedicating specific work-out times. It doesn't care if the "only" fitness it gets is your nine to five on your feet. It doesn't care, fitness is fitness is fitness. Some of us do it differently, but the end result is more or less similar.

If you can do any type of fitness safely, your body isn't going to care if you're doing it like an Olympic athlete or if you're just a casual.

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[willowser]

one of those crazy girls by paramore except it's gojo

[faaun]

the forest looks like heaven today i woke up feeling the heaviest weight at the top of my heart

[aro-ortega]

listening to the nutcracker soundtrack. thinking about chargestep ballet au

[gideonisms]

Okay job Finally starts tomorrow I know you guys are following this employment journey at the edge of your seats ♥️

[wellhalesbells]

the thing that fucks me up about rereading instructions for dancing is trying to pinpoint when it is that derek becomes obsessed with stiles and realizing the answer seems to be always. from the beginning. the moment they met. that poor bastard. he probably should have tried to be a little nicer about it, though, saved them both some hardship.

I think it slides so quickly from fear and annoyance that Stiles will steal Scott away to 'Oh no, oh fuck,' I'm not even sure Derek knows himself. Poor guy hamstrung himself by starting out with the 'I'm going to scare him away' mentality then wondering where the hell that went and trying to find it again through almost every subsequent interaction (while something so much bigger and so much worse - Derek's Thoughts™ - completely eclipsed it). Meanwhile Stiles also helps cultivate Derek's dickish-ness by assuming that original motivation to be his only interest in him at all, essentially until the moment Derek tells him he's in love with him.

Which is hopefully why it seemingly comes out of left field for Stiles and the reader, because that's what I wanted.

[chirpos-pencil]

Awkward Dancing

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[dawn-sunlight]

Some of my favorite little moments between these two:

Bach to the Future: Both Oscar and Eric being furious about Thadius' petty little shoutout, but Oscar's attention immediately switching to Eric in concern when Eric accidentally jumps off Oscar and hits their lid.

Battle on Ice: Eric grabbing the personal ad from Monty, stabbing through the paper with his triangle beater, and using it to hold the ad in front of Oscar so he could read it, all without having to be asked

18:12: This line from Eric - “Boy, that guy is seriously mooky.  I gotta do something, or Oscar and the rest of the guys are history!"

Dance of the Forty Thieves: Eric immediately sneaking over to Oscar first thing after he's freed

Carnival of the Animals: Oscar bringing Eric along on the stealth mission to the palace despite Eric being a giant elephant at the time

Out of Tune: Oscar bringing Eric with them on the stealth mission into the palace while everyone else goes to find new strings for Monty(or in Trevor's case stays behind to take care of Monty)

Soothsayer's Convention: Eric being jokingly insulted that the wizard they were talking to didn't recognize Oscar

Return of Scheherazade: Eric wiping down Oscar after Scheherazade's husband gets spit on him

Greensleeves: The two of them putting up posters together and clearly having a good time together while doing so, which is presumably what causes them to be late, something that is unusual for Oscar

[sillyabtmusic]

(271022) long live the king - jahan focus

[hummingbird-games]

this sounds extremely fatalistic and especially insane to say during BHM from yours truly, but I'm spiraling and looking at data and the state of the world (& my country specifically) and the stories I want to tell and the people who stories are centered and...

I don't think I ever want to charge money for my games. ever. they'll be free for the unforeseen future because I'm not tanking my health further by stressing out over what hateful, racist, insane players think. I'm already catching strays from trying to have f!MC protagonists??? can you unpack why that makes you wanna lash out and be nasty?? but preferably with someone else that's not me.

people talk such a big game about diversity and being inclusive and listening to Black voices and then turn around do the exact opposite. every single time.

ugh, I have a queued post going up...tomorrow?? that's a reblog from last year, but a warning: I was a very different person with a very different well of energy when I wrote it and when I scheduled that reblog.

[focsle]

In all the journals you've read, what are your favorite stories?

Oh William Abbe’s is absolutely my favorite journal as a primary source for the stories he shared. He had his flaws made plain in his writing, like all of ‘em, but he also really focused on the social world of the whaleship which is what I care about.

He gave everyone nicknames. Once members of the crew tried to stir up a fight between a man named Charger (known for his slow movements) and Raw Eggs (known to be a chronic prank-farter and had such terrible eyesight that he once said the rising moon was a lighthouse), saying they’d give Charger a shirt if he fought him. When Charger reached down to grab Raw Eggs, Raw Eggs caught his hand and just started vigorously shaking it with a grin as if they were making introductions, thus diffusing the entire fight.

Abbe would sit on the hatch during idle hours in the watch, telling everyone stories by weaving together the plots of different books to make his own and everyone, including his superiors, would gather round to listen.

There was also this whole game he had going on with the captain’s wife aboard which I was reading like a straight up soap opera…I was on the edge of my seat.

Another story I like is when wet-blanket Charles Nordhoff signed on a whaler, and at one point they heard an eerie sound below the waves while they were all sitting in the focsle. All the men were like ‘ohhh it’s a ghost!!’ and Charles was like ‘it’s not a ghost; it’s a humpback whale’. And they were all like ‘no it’s a GHOST and it’s coming from YOUR berth so that means something terrible is going to soon befall YOU’ and others were like ‘share my bunk Charles because you have a ghost in yours, don’t sleep there’ and he was like ‘it’s a whale ghosts are fake’ and then they were all like ‘you don’t believe in GHOSTS? Do you even believe in GOD?’ and then everyone hated him because he didn’t believe in ghosts.

And I love whaling wife Azubah Cash raising her baby, who was born during the voyage, saying that the little whaler’s first words were ‘deck’ and ‘cap’. When he grew up he became a sailor too, at least for a little while.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

“You did not live in a house of horrors. I was raised to believe in hellfire; now that was bad!” Okay and impending global genocide of any culture that disagrees with your beliefs isn’t? Being raised mentally preparing to withstand torture at the hands of police in a “do it to Julia” situation isn’t? Being socially isolated from your peers on the grounds that they’re evil uneducated dumb worldly heathens controlled by Satan isn’t a bad thing? No. Those are all good things which every child should be taught in order to experience “the real life.”

The legitimate truth is that we are all in “the real life” right now and in “the real life,” the Governing Body is doing the very best they can to cover up the fact that they’re a cult by relaxing the cult’s rules in a futile attempt to prevent the prosecution in the numerous ONGOING child sexual abuse cases from handing their non-tight-pants-wearing asses to them. And the other legitimate truth is discovering this fact to be the legitimate truth while having to navigate a sea of lies and high school is extremely traumatizing, especially when you feel the need to take a hard stance against the cult to prevent others’ children — children like you — from befalling the same fate by dressing up as some miserable wretch who cooked and ate children, hoping the way you look and carry yourself and stare into the parents’ eyes will scare them away. And even more traumatizing is that your tactics worked; proving that you are just as bad and scary as your preexisting OCD made you out to be. Yes I did it to myself; but consider the reason why I felt so compelled to sacrifice the entirety of my mental health to sabotage you with what little tools I had. I wouldn’t have done it had I not had a very good reason, and my very good reason was that I was a child who loved children. You were trying to protect me and it was a sacrifice; but I was also trying to protect children. My endeavor is not — and was never — a selfish one. It is not that I don’t care about you; I only prioritize the class which is most oppressed, and you are not a part of it because you are adults. Your feelings, unfortunately, are expendable in my mission to end religious child labor. I will not support your corrupt religion to make you happy when I know what it’s done to others and to myself; it is wrong, and you are wrong for supporting it. I, as a paraprofessional, refuse to support a religion which hides the sexual abuse of children for its own gain. By law I am now a mandatory reporter; I must report child abuse when I see it under penalty of law. Therefore it stands to reason that I must report your cult from the top of every mountain for the entire inhabited earth to hear so they may not even take so much as one step in your direction. I am sorry if I seem like I hate you; if the fact that I reject your ideals of theological expectational fascism disturbs you so much, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your choices.

“Your actions affect others.” I know my actions affect others; I know how they affect others as well. You’re crushed and demoralized and suffering physically from all the emotional stress; I’ve likely dug you both early graves. I know what I’ve done and I can live with it — Not easily — but I am not defeated because I know I’m in the right, and have always been in the right. No. The real question is: Do you know how your actions are affecting others? In exquisite detail? Have you listened to the victims? Have you allowed yourself to hear both sides of the story with your human ears, not ones made of tin and thought-blocking strategies and “I had it worse than you” excuses? No? Then you’d better start because the key to healing yourself is to aid in the healing of others. We are all connected as one body; and I refuse to be a cancer cell. Sorry I’m aiding in your downfall but it’s got to happen at some point.

[lilalilan]

Ahhh got harassed by a random guy at the concert after-party could y'all just fucking not

[corvid-language-library]

Omg yesterday's POs were 🫠😫🤪

This one kid got angry when I tried to do the completion stamp on his workbook (not that he even completed the exercise, he just scribbled all over the page and coloured part of the carpet) because he wanted to do it himself. I told him no, it's the teacher's job, and did it for him like I always do and like the JT always does and then he cried.

Because that kid was a little shit who didn't listen all lesson he didn't get the 5 stars he needed in order to choose his own lesson completion sticker at the end of class (we have a few different colours and I always make it perfectly clear that if they get 5 stars, they choose the colour. If they don't, I choose the colour. It's the same every time so he knows the rules). He wasn't even paying attention, just running around again while I did his sticker. Gave him back his book and told him to clean it up. Then he saw the other kids choosing stickers and tried to rip them out of their hands and screamed at me to give him a blue sticker. I told him no, I already did it because he only got 1 star today. He then threw a screaming tantrum and kicked me.

During the next class a group of 3 girls refused to be split up to pair up with 1 other girl. In the end I had to pair with her myself because they just straight-up ignored me.

The following class my normally good kids were suddenly demon tyrants from hell who decided on an alternate dance for "Wheels on the Bus" that mostly involved punching each other

BUT my junior high students were great and actually did their homework and I learned some really cool things about them! And one of them is doing a homestay in Canada in August so I talked to him and his mum after class (and I actually kinda understood their Japanese!) and it was just really nice! So it was a very rough start and middle of the day, but the end was great!