#SHE DOESN'T FUCKING FOLLOW CURRICULUM

[contraspem--spero]

Theoretically, how does one get a professor fired

[emo-nova]

Update time for some good ol' Teen Wolf, ig? i'm on episode 7 of season 2, and now I am definitely seeing some clips that i saw that was making me interested in the show as well as aspects within the fandom spaces.

Never understood the whole idea of Pack mom Stiles thing until I saw Stiles basically be the first to clock that 1, she is in seizure, 2, she may have an issue with the kanima venom (more than others) and 3, to be able to help her he needs to go to Derek cause Scott defo doesn't know. I didn't see it in the beginning, but I can see what people are seeing in it.

Another aspect, Stiles predicting Matt as the villain was such a rewarding scene. Mainly because I have been spoiled, I don't mind them, sometimes I actively look for them to see how the writers handle certain characters plus a summary isn't always true to what actually happened depending on interpretations.

You know what wasn't? Stiles' dad not being told. Or Melissa. Can these two be in on it now? Please? I'm mildly done with the charades on both ends mainly because the friction between two parties is simply miscommunication, plus it would be interesting to have Stiles' be open to this now so that we can see more of a struggle for the Stilinski family when the Sheriff *carries on* heading into danger when he knows. Same with Melissa, I think it would help create more stakes, but it will needed to be handled with care, that she can notice when a patient might have been involved with the supernatural which she can tell the sheriff. It'll make a good feedback loop for the adults, me thinks.

Onto Scott and Alison, I am noticing the writers are now ramping up a more heaviness to their relationship. This is no longer about puppy love but genuine wanting to carry on together, on both ends. And the touch with Jackson being used as the mouthpiece of the writers to foreshadow something more sinister lurking within Alison's future and her decisions. I honestly can not wait for Alison's either degression or progression as a character, as an aspiring writer who likes to study stories of any kind, I would have her digress to create a more nuance version of her character especially with her and Scott creating friction between each other. The friction I'm talking about is Alison's fear of being truly hopeless, unable to actually help herself out of a situation, this could be due to her being raised to be independent and to be a leader within the Argents. Scott on the other hand has a total Hero Complex, wanting to save as many people as possible, yada yada (mild affection now, he's grown on me), wants to be there for Alison *always* which contradicts Alison's want of independence.

Derek, so far, has been following a characterisation I would do for him (after that abysmal training set) cautious and careful with his betas, almost paranoid about their safety with mild disregard for his own in time of the full moon. I would like to see more Boyd though, you have an entire episode on him, and he doesn't get to appear in that scene??? BS, I want Boyd, Erica and Isaac have a moment of annoyance at Derek for being so careful with them. Would I have Derek explain to them why he's so cautious? Not fully, no, I would have Derek explain simply "I am your leader, I look after you and train you. And I need to look after you by ensuring you don't get caught between the Kamina and the Hunters."

Let Derek be a vague, paranoidly responsible Alpha that noticed that his first method didn't help for shit and changing the curriculum for these three because Scott's training was a *mess* and not some fucking dictator alpha guy. But knowing the writing team they most likely will mishandle Derek's character like a child given a machete in the garden which is disappointing.

That's all I got so far, but enjoy my ranting about what happened so far.

Also thank you to the kind soul that told me the timeline of season 1 and 2, I didn't realise that it was such short periods of time! Thank you again :)

[smehur]

Lost scenes/fics game!

Thank you for tagging me, @tigerlyla-of-metinna! Here are the rules:

We all probably have them, those scenes that never made it to the story, the stories that never went anywhere, all those small and larger bits of love we wrote and still hoard on out hard drives. So now - let's share!

The rules are simple:

1. Share a piece of fic that you cut out for some reason, or a piece of a fic that you began and never continued, some lost piece of your writing, be it long or short, prose or verse. Unfinished Art and Illustrations are also welcome.

2. Tag five or more people who might want to share a piece of their writing or art. Specific questions are welcome, but don't need to be adhered to.

3. Be kind. Let's spread positivity. Show support for your fellow artists and writers. Laughing along is great, mocking is not welcome.

4. Tagging someone back is totally fine, if the person doesn't want to share anything else, or anything at all, for that matter, that's fine too.

What follows is a scene I cut from my Mass Effect story, The Precedent. This was written long enough ago that I have no memory whatsoever of writing (or cutting) it, and I can't say, off the top of my head, why it got cut -- likely because it was going to make an already complicated situation even more complicated for no particular gain.

Anyway:

But Saren wasn’t done with the examination. He covered Elethea’s upper body and uncovered her right leg instead. “There’s another problem. Hold her knee up.”

Her skin was clammy, the flesh under it squishy. Nothing like medigel to remove any trace of tone from the muscles. They struggled a bit to plant the foot on the bed with the knee bent above. Apparently, there was something under the skin on the back of her calf.

“She has a—” Saren glanced at the girl. “An emergency termination chip.”

Nihlus silently repeated the unfamiliar phrase. Emergency termination… of what? “You don’t mean, like—” he soundlessly mouthed the words “—a suicide chip?”

“Yes. We have to get it out.”

“That’s insane. Saren—” his options for gesturing were limited and Saren was refusing to look at him, busy trying to get a reading from the back of Elethea’s leg with a small hand-held scanner. “We have neither the skills nor the tools. What if we trigger it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it’s risky.” His patience was wearing thin, Nihlus could hear it in the rasp of his voice.

But so was his own. “So, let’s get her to a hospital?”

“You think they have better ‘skills and tools’—for this? It’s exactly why I didn’t want you to take her to a hospital.”

Nihlus had to admit, however begrudgingly, that Saren had a point there. Suicide chips weren’t exactly an item on the standard medical curriculum. Like most illegal micro-cybernetics, they usually came with a reflective coating that could hide them from generic scanners, but a full-body medical scan would probably reveal it. Any attempt to tamper with it, without disabling it first, would trigger the release of a deadly neurotoxin into the user’s tissue, causing nearly instant death. And depending on the settings, even aggressive scanning might be taken as “tampering”.

Nihlus had seen it happen. He had lost a priceless source in a batarian slaving ring to a suicide chip triggered by a Citadel customs scanner. His guy had been picked up from the line of arrivals because it looked like he could be wearing a weapon under his baggy jacket. The real reason, Nihlus suspected, was that he was batarian; the C-Sec was notorious for exercising their limited power on minorities, especially those with a bad rep. When the normal weapons scanner failed to confirm their theory, they put the guy through the high-power one used to uncover illegal cybernetics. Nihlus had arrived just in time to see the guy convulse on the floor.

“You don’t have its command frequency?”

“It’s activated with biotics. Only she can disable it.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck!” the girl echoed.

Nihlus ignored her. Mention of biotics gave him an idea. “Can you… put a stasis field around it?”

“Perhaps. But what then?”

“Then I fry it with a laser.”

Saren put the scanner down, staring past Nihlus as he considered it.

“Would that even work? The laser, I mean, inside a stasis field. Does it… arrest… the light too?”

“Shut up and let me think.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tagging: @anjian, @ghostpeppercalamari, @kuraiummei, @bronzeagelove, @oathbreakerapologist

[astorytotellyourfriends]

mona lisa smile/dead poets society combo AU

oh GOD this is fascinating how did you know i love mona lisa smile???? (tbh i've only seen dead poets society like maybe twice in my life but i'm gonna give it my best shot)

chrissy and eddie are both new teachers at a prestigious prep school where boys and girls are split between campuses (and are only taught by teachers of the same sex - yeah it's That Kind of Place) but the teachers def have mixers on the weekends and that's how they meet

eddie encourages chrissy to branch out in her curriculum when she gets a little tipsy and admits that she hates how the girls she teaches are so fucking smart but have so little ambition to do anything but get married, and when she (playfully) accuses him of giving advice he doesn't intend to take, he shoots back with "well how would you know?"

not long after, eddie's unconventional curriculum spreads like wildfire throughout the prep school and chrissy takes a page out of his book and goes off the approved syllabus

maybe they even scheme together and combine their classes (gasp!), challenging their students to create their own art/poetry with incredible results

it would probably end with one or both of them getting fired/deciding to leave, but neither would return to the school the following year - instead they go off to europe together 🥰

(bonus headcanon that would likely not go in the fic i've described but popped into my head after re-familiarizing myself with the plot of dps - will as neil perry) (yes with the same fate)

[nncc77]

𝕸𝖞 𝕺𝕮: 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I was tagged by @elmknight for this neat variation on the 'Horror Movie Stereotype' quiz I've seen going around, thank you!! It seems like almost everyone I know has already been tagged so if you see this, consider it an open invitation (or not, if you're not interested) but I think it would be cool to hear from everyone!

Outfit / Role

VALERIE

Depending on who you ask, Valerie is absolutely the killer. She ran with the Valentinos (where she met Jackie), and their values of absolute loyalty and absolute disdain were imprinted pretty deeply on her. She spent her late childhood through her mid-twenties as a bitch not to be fucked with. She ran contraband, cooked glitter, stole, smuggled, and trafficked. She killed when she was called to kill, and fed and clothed those who she was to show mercy. To her friends, she is a steadfast friend and eager reveler; but to her enemies, like the ubiquitous and revolting scavengers, she is a demon. That strength of mind becomes a total focus on ending lives. From the point of view of a black-market ripper crew or a rival glittergang hideout, she could definitely play the part of the unstoppable, disappearing monster who seems to take a little too much joy in the terror she's causing. Violetta would say she's too intense, she can't just stop for a moment to think, to plan. Vincenzo would say she's too forceful, too erratic. Her enemies see her coming a mile away.

Of course, after Konpeki, everything changes for her. And at the beginning, she's a hell of a lot worse.

VIOLETTA

Yep, this tracks! Violetta, perhaps owing to her carrying the full weight of her father's expectations, was always careful, serious, and aloof. This only became more pronounced after her induction into the Arasaka megacorp, where she learned the detailed ins and outs of modern corporate spycraft. She is the only one of her siblings with formal education (Arasaka Full-Spectrum Corporate Curriculum), and if you ask her, that gives her a certain edge. Valerie would say she lacks the commitment to follow through on her grand plans. Vincenzo would say she's too cold, too far removed from the causes and effects, to truly understand the consequences of her actions. In practical terms, her ambition is powered by a perceptive and analytical mind, a drive to succeed where others cannot, and when all else fails, pure fucking spite. She will do (and has done) whatever it takes to come out breathing in the end. Even if there's she's the only one left, the taste of victory is all.

Until Konpeki. And Jackie. And it turns to ashes in her mouth.

VINCENZO

This poor kid. First he goes completely forgotten by his family, the least and the lowest. Then he runs away to find a new family, one that appreciates his talents and doesn't care about his past. He lives the free and hardscrabble life of a nomad, for a few glorious years. That family is then imploded and subsumed by the Raffen, and his family becomes something unrecognizable asking him to do the unthinkable. He is forced to turn his back on his family for a second time, with only the word of some unknown cityboy to trust. He tries to consider it a win that he never lost his kindness, his trust in the goodness of the human soul, but is it really a win when you've lost everything else? Violetta would say that's the one thing holding him back. Valerie would say he just needs to stand and fight.

But for what? And after Konpeki, for whom?

[babeinthewxxds]

Since @gospodinp was kind enough to warn everyone about my 'very likely' Nazi tattoo, I would like to clarify that that is fucking ridiculous.

This person doesn't know me. They do not follow me. They have never spoken to me. They just wanted to be righteous over...what? My memorial tattoo?

I didn't know that the Nazi party was founded in '33 until my boyfriend told me like 4 months ago. I got this tattoo three YEARS ago. 'But how could you not know?' - because my knowledge of the Nazi party extends as far as the mandatory UK secondary school history curriculum. I've never bothered to research anything on the world wars outside of that. However, as part of this curriculum I was chosen to go on a school trip to meet a holocaust survivor. I urge anyone to sit there and listen to what they have to say. It's fucking harrowing.

So no, no I do not 'proudly sport' a nazi tattoo. I proudly sport a date tattoo that reminds me of my grandma who, by the way, was horribly affected by the war as a child. She was 3 when it started and 9 when it ended and yet she remembered well into her old age what happened to her.

Next time, babe. I would ask before telling ☺️

[cavehags]

joe goldberg walks into a bookstore in bushwick, brooklyn to sip coffee and scope out the local literate women, as he is wont to do. there's a d&d game happening somewhere in the stacks and his lip curls in distaste for the male-dominated pastime as usual. total sausage fest in here. he keeps browsing. some moms with kids are floating around but no way is he going there with a mother again. then he peeks over the bony shoulder of a brunette whose medium length hair pokes out from the hood of a heather gray hoodie, a tote bag with an unrecognizable school logo on it stuffed full of textbooks beside her. joe is like, now this is what I'm talking about, she's smart and a rule-follower--you have to have low-grade daddy issues to go to brown with their "open curriculum" and of course you can't get more mommy issues than going to culinary school. but here's a smart woman who is focused on her future, not her past. she's in the fantasy section, which means she wants an escape, it tells me her life isn't interesting enough and she's just waiting for the right guy to come and sweep her off her feet, make everything more interesting. i wonder if she knows that book she's reading was actually dedicated to the neighborhood family of kids who lived near the author (that was an era when people understood it isn't weird to be friends with kids in your neighborhood or your building, just a normal way an adult makes friends!). she probably wants kids someday but doesn't think anyone will ever want her enough to-- and then the brunette unturtles her head from the hoodie that had been drawn tight and quentin coldwater is like, "if you're looking for d&d, it's in the other corner?" and joe is like FUCK got ahead of myself with an androgynous little bi guy once again--

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

i don't normally talk about work on main but virtual teaching is fucking great because kids just wanna play video games and draw, which are my two sole personality traits!!! unfortunately none of my students are avid sonic fans (hehe yet) but this is fine!

when kahoots get stale we play math obbys (thanks to one prior student of mine forcing me to play roblox bc she wants to be a pro gamer like her dad. and yes, she was in love with my setup and kept insisting i do a collab stream with her. god i love these kids) and between our kahoots (anything from animal/minecraft trivia to social studies test prep) and this i am SET. i literally get paid to ramble and play video games with hilarious and intelligent kids, from the comfort of my own home, on my terms.

and don't get me wrong, it isn't always fun. i spend a lot of time working on ieps and making custom worksheets and activities for each student because this isn't like teaching where you can follow a formula or set curriculum. good tutoring is about finding what your students are passionate about, and trying to use it to reignite their love for learning.

the hardest part of 1-1 education is figuring out why a student doesn't understand something. why is the 13 year old still unable to spell? why is the 7 year old afraid to read out loud when they can use 4 syllable words without an issue? why is the 9 year old still forgetting to carry the 1 when adding? it usually comes down to phonetics, operations, and practice, but you can't just say "they'll get it eventually" to a guardian who is paying you to speed up this process.

on that note, most of my students are hurting tbh, even the ones with loving family members who will do anything for these kids. maybe they're in too many activities, have constantly shifting home lives, their fun hobbies are pushed aside, they don't have friends, too many siblings, etc... and it's sort of my job to listen. a kid who isn't sure of themselves needs someone to listen and care about their thoughts, offering a no-judgement and consequence-free environment. they need someone who can give them work outside of classes that fuses their education and interests.

scratch that last point actually: EVERYONE needs projects that fuse their education and interests, that's the fucking point of learning.

it isn't just a brain development thing, it's the core of humanity itself: we ask and learn because we're curious and want to know. what happens when entire generations of humans lose that spark? well, no one is searching so there's nothing to find or expand on, and that's honestly so depressing. education should always be fun, no?

anyways, i think tutoring should be the standard for everyone in education (from pre-k to post-secondary). it should be an integral part of learning, and while it might be hard to have a teacher for every student, structuring things like big lectures or classes for general knowledge, with ieps curated towards individuals that fuse their interests and natural talents with this base level curriculum would make everyone a fuckton happier and just... better

i love my job. not just because i get to play silly games and doodle on worksheets for a paycheque, but because when i finally break through that nervous barrier that kids have, and they trust me enough to talk about what they love, and know i won't get mad at them for rambling or showing me their stuffies or pets because i do the same, they're ok with learning. they are ok with not getting a question right because there's no consequences with me. no bad mark, no extra homework, just different worksheets in class and maybe a new game for us to try out. i had students who would barely say 3 words who will now spend 90% of the class rambling. if there's no rush for either me or the family, i'll spend an extra 15 minutes drawing or playing a game with my student because they did enough work to earn a break, but we ran out of time

(and for the record i don't charge for going overtime, even though it's so easy to make extra money that way. even if they forgot about the session completely, i don't mark it as a no-show i just move it on the hub calendar even though i'd get paid extra. i don't feel like financially punishing a family for missing a day when they're already doing above and beyond for their kids. i also slept through a session once when i first started and even though the mom was super chill about it, the guilt haunts me lmao)

this is a very scattered vent/announcement because there are really strong paint varnish fumes in my house and i didn't sleep because of all the noise between the workers and my dog (construction) but i felt like saying this all. oh! and here's my lil roblox avi:

aint he cute???? yes i made infinite shut up this is a sonic blog and he's my babie so if you ever see "infinite" running around in a math obby it's me and i'm working dhmu 😎

[t-lostinworlds]

My emotionally drained arse resonates with your post on so many levels. I've got no energy left, nothing to keep me going and nothing to look forward to. (And let's be real, as bleak as this may sound, trivial things to hang on to, just to make it through the day/week/month don't outweigh the torment you put yourself through to experience them - no matter how pleasant the temporary feel of "joy")

Currently living everyone's nightmare scenario where you leave school/uni/training only to end up unemployed with no prospect. (I got no interests/passions or skills to follow, therefore no lead) Nearly hitting a year of unemployment, and my depression is worse than ever. I don't even know how to justify my gap on my CV anymore without making it sound like a pathetic excuse.

"What future are we working towards exactly?" - For real. A mystery unsolved. If anyone's close to cracking this case, please hit me up.

yeah i feel you. the work thing is kinda different for me bc my job now isn't the same as to what i studied for and what i'm saving up for to continue school (i'm not even going to start how long its been) so it's a weird place but i also found that it's actually pretty common but that still doesn't really reassure you that much. and then there's this whole thing with my country's education system that's...basically my batch was a product of an experiment where they tried this new curriculum but it wasn't thought out properly so we've kinda been fucked over AND then covid hit so. not to mention everything else in the world is fucked.

and yeah, it's funny looking back at younger where i wanted to do so many things and was so ambitious in a way that i was so so soooo scared of the world "ending" bc i still wanted to do so much and now i'm just here like...if an asteroid where to hit us then fair enough. what humans are doing with the world, not to mention everything else seems to be made to be against your favour then you just get tired.

but what i can say tho is so many people feel this way so much. and whoever put the idea out there that you should've already figure life out by the age of 25 is a liar and is spewing bullshit. i've talked to a mutual about this already (aria if u see this ily <3) and she's made some great points how we're still young and we still got time. it's deffo easier said than done but yeah, i've just been reminding myself to take it day by day.

[deathbydarkelves]

I decided to make playlists for Cathala and Tarinne plus explanations for why I chose each song because I entered one of those ADHD fugue states and if I didn't finish this task I would die

Anyway here are the two links (they're youtube playlists because I don't have spotify. I would obviously recommend using an adblocker if you're just gonna watch on youtube) and the explanations for each song are below the cut :) Each playlist is about an hour long.

For Tarinne’s:

1. Foggy Nights: I consider this her theme so putting it first as a sort of intro only makes sense.

2. Here’s a Health to the Company: I think this works as an example of her general disposition. She’s a people person, and always a fan of singing these sorts of songs in taverns, on ships, or what have you. It also kind of feels like a sendoff to soldiers, which I imagine symbolizes her joining the Sentinel Army and quickly thereafter fighting in the Third War.

3. Wartime Prayers: Somewhat self-explanatory, this is symbolizing her seeing war for the first time, but I also included it because the last line transitions SO WELL into the next song.

4. The Hollow: This song is an intro to an album I've never heard so I don't know the context, but I really love it because it sounds like someone praying to their deity and like I mean c'mon. Elune. Tarinne's praying to Elune to guide her through the war. Do I need to elabo-

5. Wave Walker: KILL DEATH MAIM AHAHAHAHA

6. Isil Elun’falo: Just a super rad fan-made night elf song that's basically "wow we sure do love Elune" said in twenty different ways for four and a half minutes. But it ROCKS and I LOVE it.

7. Chewing Cotton Wool: This song is about losing a loved one (I did have to check but yeah that's what it is) and I use it to symbolize Tarinne losing her mom during the war. The last line, which includes the song's title, I especially like. It's referring to how morticians (apparently) put cotton gauze in a corpse's throat and mouth to keep body fluids in and make the face look more natural. So there's a fun fact for you.

8. See U Soon (Song for Dad): Just a short lofi piece to rest a bit, and it was also chosen because the title's in reference to Tarinne growing closer to her dad after losing her mom. She still visits him at his leathers and furs shop in Stormwind fairly often, especially after dangerous adventures. She just wants to make sure he knows she's alright ;-;

9. No Lullaby: Right back into it with a song that I use to represent Tarinne's general feeling of not being able to go home because it's not there anymore. She's felt like this since the end of the Third War, but it's especially strong since the whole Teldrassil thing. But I like the ending, "who said you're on your own," because it contrasts the repeating of "alone" in the rest of the song. And it's kinda like "hey, listen, you're not the only one who feels like she can't go home." I mean that's probably how basically every single night elf feels right now skxnks

10. The Moss: This song juxtaposes classic fairy tales with scientific facts about the world and I love it to BITS. I'm using it here to represent both Tarinne's love for storytelling but also her sort of... part-time historian/archaeologist/conservator career.

11. Rasputin: I just associate this song with her for some reason and this was the best place to put it.

12. Electric Feel: Moving on to focus more on Tarinne's relationship with Cathala now. This is an extremely great and somewhat 😏 song that I also included because the electricity theme is appropriate because Cathala has lightning powers and y'know it's from Tarinne's perspective or whatever.

13. Bedroom Hymns: You know why this is here.

14. Movement: I can't talk about love songs without talking about Hozier, okay. This is just a nice, slower song to relax a bit with.

15. Never Let Me Go: I have an entire goddamn music video in my head with Cathala and Tarinne for this song and it’s very dramatic and emotional and I had to include this song or I’d die. Basically just listen to near the end of this song when she's repeating the title over and over, and imagine the two of them seeing each other at opposite ends of a battlefield after the dust settles and they rush towards each other and fall to their knees holding on as tightly as they can because they got separated early on and each thought the other was dead. Then you'll know how I feel when I listen to this song.

16. Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control: First of all I love the title, and second of all there's a big section in the middle (1:49 to 2:47) that I like to interpret as the two of them grappling with the fact that they're not really quite sure who or what they're fighting for anymore. Their people, yeah, but there's so many alliances and semi-permanent enemies and only-on-every-other-thursday-enemies all intertwined and the world is just so very confusing and they're trying to make the best of it. Elf school didn’t include international, interracial politics in its curriculum. It did however include how to properly plant trees, and AP calculus (this is a joke).

17. In Dreams: I like to imagine this song is something the two of them would say to each other, as a way of saying “even when everything we know is gone, even when the world ends, I will still be by your side. And if I’m not, don’t fear, for I will find you.” It makes a nice note to end on :)

For Cathala’s:

1. muse: Just a nice lofi intro to get us into things :) I don't see this song as her theme, like I do with Tarinne and the first song in her playlist, but I like it quite a bit. I don't actually really have a theme for Cathala yet, I'm currently going with a version of Way of the Monk from WoW's OST but I'm still looking for something better.

2. Frogs Singing: I included this because it's about just appreciating nature, which works because night elf and also mindfulness and meditation is a whole thing.

3. Tongues: This is a song about feeling distant from your peers which is like Cathala's whole existence! She's this weird mix of two cultures and ultimately she feels out of place regardless of where she is or who she's with. Also the theme with not understanding what people are saying works because the poor woman had to learn Pandaren from scratch and that shit ain't easy. I think blizz said somewhere probably that Common is just a language that EVERYONE knows inherently because Video Game but that's bullshit in my opinion. I'll allow spells that let you understand foreign languages to an extent (Comprehend Languages from D&D lets you understand the LITERAL meaning only, which I like), but every culture and species in the universe knowing Common is silly if you think about it for more than two seconds.

4. Kung Fu Fighting: I'm legally required to include this song. Also I prefer the Kung Fu Panda version, I'm sorry.

5. Harder Better Faster Stronger: I vicariously experience having a great work ethic through Cathala and that's why this song is here because she has 999 Determination and does Too Many push-ups every day or something idk. I was gonna say "every morning" but I have a headcanon that elves only need to sleep every couple of days (sort of a nod to "elves don't need to sleep at all" from D&D, and to explain why NIGHT elves are active at all hours of the day) so that doesn't work.

6. What's Up Danger: This song is Cathala's whole Vibe. Almost zero threat assessment skills in this woman's brain. If it can be punched, she will punch it.

7. Eye for an Eye: Fairly self-explanatory, it's a song about wanting revenge so... yeah. Checked that box. It was this or The Vengeful One by Disturbed but ultimately The Vengeful One's religious symbolism probably makes it fit better as a Tyrande theme lol ("I'm the hand of god, I'm the dark messiah." Did you mean: the Night Warrior)

8. Survivor: Cathala's survived a lot of shit and this could kinda be her making fun of herself for it because "Gods, man! Don't I deserve a break!"

9. Ashes: Really the reason I include this song is the last chunk (2:42 to the end) because holy shit. Listen, if I was gonna include a song with fire motifs, it was gonna be a somber one like this.

10. Into the West: This can kinda represent Cathala just trying to fucking breathe and recover from Teldrassil. Also works because I dunno it has stuff to do with the elves in LotR, I haven't seen those movies in a while. It sounds nice and is melancholy so I included it.

11. Like Real People Do: Cathala loves Tarinne a lot you guys have I ever menti-

12. Into the Wild: Tarinne changed Cathala's world for the better and she's super fucking grateful she has her by her side. Kinda goes without saying but you know.

13. Chasing the Moon: I have a vague music video in my head for this of them falling in love and it's very cute so there's that. Also it's in this specific spot because hey she may be deeply traumatized but she's still got a fair number of things/people in her life that make her happy so :)

14. Follow My Girl: I've got a theme going in my head that while Tarinne is fairly certain of her place in the world, Cathala is still trying to find hers. She outlived all her connections on Pandaria because Elf Lifespans(tm) and the only members of her family still alive are distant relatives she never knew very well.

15. Wish That You Were Here: This works both to represent Cathala on Pandaria feeling super homesick, and for more recently after Teldrassil. Either way, it's a message to her parents and sister.

16. Mr. Fear: She does her damnedest to hide it but she's absolutely terrified something like Teldrassil's gonna happen again! That fear drives her to do everything in her power to protect who and what she can. As long as they're not Forsaken, cause she's still got her biases, that compassion even extends across faction lines. She never really got the whole Alliance/Horde thing anyway. Innocent people shouldn't have to die, regardless of who or what they are.

17. Ordinary Day: Not to get super out there but I think this song works as symbolizing Cathala really trying to hold on to her faith in Elune, but ultimately feeling pretty abandoned. I mean she can clearly see Elune's influence everywhere. But Elune sure ain't doing Cathala any favors as far as she can tell! It also ends the whole playlist on maybe a bit of an uncertain/open-ended note, because this "losing faith" aspect is a new thing with her and will definitely be something she continues to struggle with for a while. On a related note, I should say Tarinne is still very much devout but she gets what Cathala's feeling and doesn't force anything on her, and vice versa. And Cathala wouldn't become atheist, the night elves aren't monotheistic and she still worships all the other deities, it's just specifically Elune she's a little :/ on.

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the lost prince", 2

park seonghwa | 박성화 - 2,233 words

the evening went so well with your — finally — boyfriend, Seonghwa.

you spent more time with him outside, walking here and there around the school, looking up at the stars. your hands never left his while walking.

but you knew that you had to go back there, at the heart of the party. you couldn't stay out any longer, out of surveillance, in the chill breeze of the night. the stars were beautiful, but could wait for you to go back home to look at them from your bed.

     Seonghwa led you both back in this huge building. and as always, he was so caring: he asked you if you were cold or hot, comfortable here, thirsty, hungry, if you were good or if you wanted to sit down somewhere. you reassured him each time, but it wasn't enough.

     the whole place was animated: students were dancing, talking, laughing, playing little games to entertain themselves. at this moment, Seonghwa's kindness seemed out of time, out of space. it was the perfect paradox of the atmosphere.

     “you're so sweet, Hwa. i'm good, i promise. let's enjoy this moment instead. shall we ?”

you used this sweet tone which always worked on him: it never failed to soothe him. Seonghwa giggled, and rested both his hands on your waist.

     “okay, okay, baby.”

it was your turn to giggle. you first avoided his gaze, not wanting him to notice your red cheeks. your hands found their place on his chest.

“hey, what are you doing? look at me.~”

     you gave up and looked up to him. love was filling up your eyes.

you finally were able to express him his feelings, and it was a kind of relieve. hiding your feelings was a hard task you sometimes had troubles dealing with.

     “okay, i may be a little thirsty.”

you admitted, with a little smile. you were explicitly teasing him.

     “i knew it! i knew it was necessary to ask you all these questions!”

you both laughed. this laugh got you both more integrated in the time and in the place which was full of joy, life, excitement, euphoria.

“i'll bring us something to drink. wait for me.”

     as you were waiting for Seonghwa to come back, you went to sit at a table. you glanced around the room, trying to see if you knew someone. but no. all the people who were sweating on the dancefloor, laughing, playing games or talking were people you didn't know.

the whole place held so much euphoria — you had to admit you never saw the school with that much animation.

     the loud music playing to entertain the dancers and to animate the evening was drowning out Seonghwa's footsteps. he approached you with a soft smile, but you still were surprised to see him. you mentionned him the chair next to you, and he gladly sat there. he handed you a red cup.

     “should we drink a toast to us?”

you lightly leaned over and you raised your cup to make this toast.

     “to us. and only us.”

Seonghwa kissed your forehead before drinking the liquid in his own cup. you did the same, showing off your pretty smiling eyes.

you drank almost half of the sweet drink he got you within the first minutes.

     you spent the next fourty five minutes there, talking about a lot of things: about you both, your newly started relationship, the near future. you knew Seonghwa and you wouldn't do the same studies after being graduated, yet you would attend the same school — same school, different curriculum.

knowing Seonghwa would be there with you was soothing you. you were scared by the next step of your life and all the consequences. having him by your side was a source of strength, was the certainty to have someone to lean on. you certainly wouldn't have the same schedule, wouldn't be in the same part of the building, and would have maybe break only in common, but it was enough to know you would have the chance to meet him in the day.

     suddenly, you saw few sweat drops beading on his forehead. you frowned, not knowing what was happening so suddenly.

     “Seonghwa, are you hot?”

you extended your hand to try and check on his body temperature. for some reason, you found out he was having a bad fever.

     “fuck yeah, i'm hot. you just noticed it? you should meet a.. i don't remember how it is called. a doctor for your eyes or something like that.”

you knew something was wrong: he never ever talked to you this way.

      “come with me. come on.”

you took his hands, and pulled him out of his chair. you tried to lead him out of the building to have some fresh air, but he was out of control.

     “why.. why aren't we dancing with them? the music is a pretty good one!”

you sighed and rolled your eyes. something was definitely wrong with him, and you didn't know what.

     “Seonghwa, take the control back on yourself!”

you shook him, holding his arms firmly. his eyes went from the joy of the moment, the desire to enjoy this prom to the absolute opposite: a sad look, ashamed.

     “you're right. i'm not doing good. i never did good. did i ever did something good?”

you were speechless by the way he went so suddenly from the joy to the sadness. you tried to catch his gaze, which was looking down at his feet.

     “what are you talking about? of course you did good things in your life. a lot of good things!”

you noticed his eyes, and especially his pupils abnormally large. you firmly pulled him out of there by the hand. you made him sit down on a bench outside.

     “why am i this heavy on this bench? i'm not fat, am i?”

you rolled your eyes again.

“and why are you touching my hands like that? back off!”

you were surprised by his behaviour. he never acted this way with you. he was so kind usually...

     “Seonghwa. listen. four and six?”

you were looking deeply into his eyes: this eyes which were scaring you because of the pupils, and the loss of kindness, love and sweetness.

     “i don't know. is that the problem?”

he started to count out loud with his fingers.

“one... two... three... five... four... six... seven... eight... nine... eleven dear. four and whatever you said, it makes eleven.”.

     “alright.”

you sat besides him, letting a space between you both since it was his Highness's wish...

“what did you drink?”

     “coke. i drank coke. just as you. why?”

     you asked Seonghwa to wait for you here, and got up from the bench. you went further, somewhere you were sure he wouldn't hear you. and you immediately took out your phone from your purse/pocket. you had to call the emergency department.

at this time of the night, your mom would be asleep, and so your dad and his mom.

     you explained the whole situation in details: all you get to see, all the things he said, all the inconsistencies. and when you hang up, you were relieved to know an ambulance would come.

     when you came back to the bench, Seonghwa seemed quite calm. you sat besides him, and noticed his nose bleeding. you took out the tissue you always keep with you, and wipe it away.

     “y/n? i'm scared and cold.”

he rested his hand on your shoulder. you mentionned him to get out of your shoulder for a moment, and removed your shawl/vest to wrap him with it.

     “what are you scared of?”

you wrapped both your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

     “death.”

you started to lull him. you wanted to soothe him.

     “you have nothing to be scared of. don't think about this, Hwa.”

     you stayed there for a moment, until the ambulance arrived. the saving crew immediately took care of him: you could tell they were extremely professional with him, and took good care of him.

they kindly asked you to come with them so Seonghwa could have benchmark, something familiar to know that he is not lost, alone, or left to his own devices.

     the next hour, they tried to understand what was going on with few controls and examinations. you had any news about him: you didn't know if he was anxious, desperate, sad, angry, excited or calm. you were waiting for news, any news from him.

     as you were almost falling asleep on the chair in the waiting room, a doctor came to you and called after you. you got up from your chair, eyes wide open, ready to hear anything the doctor had to say to you.

    “he's sleeping now. we figured out why he was... like this. do you know if he has any family we can call?”

you nodded, and gave the doctor his mother's phone number. without any question from you, the doctor told you it was okay to see him, even though he was sleeping. you then followed the doctor to Seonghwa's room, and sat besides his sleeping figure. in the white room, in these white bedsheets, he seemed to be the only colour touch of the room. the colour touch which was breaking the dull room.

you sat there, and softly took his hand. his body temperature seemed to be good again. in general, he seemed to be good again.

     the time seemed to have stopped. you were looking at him with eyes full of love yet showing off how worry you were. what happened? why didn't the doctor tell you anything? why did he act like that?

you tightened your hold around his hand. you wanted him to feel you were here, by his side, waiting.

     suddenly, you heard some loud noises coming from the corridors. you weren't sure what was the best thing to do. going to see what was happening this late? staying here to be sure it doesn't bother Seonghwa?

as the noises were louder, you decided that, yes, it was the best to see what was happening. you let go of your boyfriend's hand, and went out of the room. you saw Seonghwa's mom coming your way, the doctor following her and trying to hold her back.

     “miss, i'm sorry, but if you can't give us valid identity papers, we can't let you go in!”

you frowned at the doctor's comment. you knew Seonghwa's mom was very meticulous about this, about papers. why her papers wouldn't be valid?

     “i'm his mom! you can't hold me back from seeing my son!”

the doctor eventually managed to grab her. he stopped her from approaching you and the door of Seonghwa's room.

     “what's happening? what do you mean, doctor, her papers are not valid?”

     “the numbers on the card are not valid. the system in the computer doesn't accept them, saying any identity card exists under this name. it's a whole another person according to the system. and she's not able to give any paper saying she's biologically or officially his mom.”

     you saw that Seonghwa's mom — was supposed to be his mom — stopped trying to escape the doctor's hold. she was looking down, ashamed and trying to avoid all the looks on her.

     “can i talk to her? just her and i?”

the doctor nodded, and asked you to come with him. he led you to a room you would have some space to talk.

“is he right?”

     she answered nothing, looking down to her feet. she was playing with her own fingers. you knew you wouldn't get any answers from her about this.

     “how is this possible? i don't understand. i thought you were very meticulous about this? and now, you're giving them false papers? what's the point?”

     “i had to hide my identity. i had no other choice... please, y/n... believe me... i wanted his happiness, and i was ready to do anything for this...”

this got you lost. what was happening? what was the truth behind her words?

     “can you be.. clearer? i don't understand what you mean.”

she took a deep breath, and it was enough to scare you even more. what was she about to tell you that required that much strength?

     “Seonghwa... Seonghwa is not my son. neither biologically nor officially. he has a biological mother and a biological father out there.”

you were shocked by her words. the woman Seonghwa called mother all his life wasn't his mother? how could you believe that?

     “sorry, what? no, what are you talking about? this is impossible. how could he not be your son?”

you were shaking, not sure if you wanted to know the truth she seemed to hide.

     “he's not my son. that's the truth. i'm nothing for him. i had no other choice but doing this.. i'm so sorry..”

you knitted your eyebrows. should you believe her? should you not?

     “please.. take care of fleur-de-lis. and help him find his real family.”

she left the room with that. you tried to run after her.

     “wait, no! don't leave now! tell me more about his real family!”

but she was already far from here, leaving the hospital. she left you here, in this room. a room where the silence seemed to be heavier than ever.

as you were thinking about what she said, you suddenly remembered something.

“fleur-de-lis?”

[myriad--starlings]

[id: a photograph of a book page. it reads: There is a lesson in the 2004 version of the popular sex education curriculum Choosing the Best, which I mentioned in the opening (it's the one that claims to have reached over 4 million students in forty-seven states), called "Knight in Shining Armor" that illustrates complementarianism well. The lesson features the story of a knight in shining armor and a princess. This princess happens to know a thing or two about how to slay dragons. So when a dragon threatens them, she suggests the knight in shining armor use a noose on the dragon. He does, and it works. But the knight, the lesson tells us, would have rather used his sword. When the next dragon comes, the princess suggests the knight use poison. Again, he follows her advice. And again, it works. But again, the knight is unhappy, because it wasn't the weapon he wanted to use. One day, the lesson continues, the knight hears another maiden cling for help. The maiden doesn't have any advice for the knight, so he uses his sword to protect her. Afterward, the knight leaves the princess for the maiden, and - as the story goes - they live happily ever after. The moral of the story, as shared in the curriculum? "Occasional suggestions and assistance may be all right, but too much of it will lessen a man's confidence or even turn him away from his princess." end id]

HI WHAT THE F U CK WHAT

what??? the fuck??? I have so many questions so much incredulous WHAT right now WOW men are fragile if good advice lessens their confidence my head hurts someone actually wrote that ow oh my god

[half-bloodpotionsmaster]

**Mentions of child abuse/neglect, parent suicide, alcoholism**

Severus has a hell of a troubled history filled with abuse, neglect and misery. There was only one spot of light and he did a fucking fantastic job of snuffing that out all his own when he called his childhood best friend Lily Evans a Mudblood at the end of 5th year.

He still watches Lily, but he invented a spell that makes it appear as if your eyes are trained on the book in your hands so no one else knows. When the spell is not active, he does his very best to keep his eyes away from her for her own protection even through it kills him to stay away.

His father's alcoholism caused him to be physically abusive all his life so he despises drinking and refuses to touch it himself. While he will be around others, he finds he looses respect for those that over indulge.

The first time he hit Severus was when he was four years old. His father was attacking his mother because she used a household spell instead of cleaning "like a normal person" and Severus did all he could to defend her. At four years old, he ended up with a black eye and broken rib. No one ever knew that was why he always wore long sleeves and pants to cover up the bruises.

Around 9 years old he stopped defending her because she never defended him and it only caused it to be so much worse for him. He just stayed out of the house as much as possible.

The last time he ever said Mudblood was that fateful day. He still stands by his belief that Lily is the only exception, but he cannot stand the flavor of the word in his own mouth and he secretly hexes anyone he catches using the word in relation to her.

He blames his father for his mother's death this past summer. No one else knows because he refused to appear weak and seek comfort for a woman who never bothered to be a proper mum and Lily wouldn't talk to him. He did go to their meadow that they frequented as a kid for the entire day following his mother's death just to feel close to someone who once cared.

His mum ended up mixing the wrong potions and he knows it was on purpose having already know about her talent for creating her own potions. There was no note. No goodbye. It was the first time he ever saw death.

Romantic relationships are not worth the time or effort it takes to maintain them. Every time he notices another woman he can't help but wish she had her green eyes and the guilt keeps him from acting. There will ever only be Lily.

He attended Muggle school because of his father. His father insisted that he be raised "normal" because of his hatred of magic. Neither Severus or his mum agreed, but both relented just to get him away from the house. Despite the lack of desire for muggle school, Severus always came out top of the class.

He was relentlessly teased at school for his oversized and battered wardrobe and for his know-it-all attitude.

After years of planning with Lily, he finally got his owl order potion business up and running and has a growing clientele. From simply pepper up potions to complex draughts, he provides the best quality on the market after tweaking the original recipes.

He refuses to mention his father. The only thing he respects from his mother is her magical blood and the private stash of magical books. By time he got to Hogwarts he had read through the third year curriculum and even more books that his mother had no idea he had found in the attic.

His mom was very gifted in potions and would randomly give him tips when she caught him brewing such as adding an extra counter clockwise stir every 7th stir or swapping out the frog eggs for doxy eggs to lessen the side effects. He never asked, but that was how he learned to hone his potions abilities.

His blood status was a constant struggle with his Slytherin counterparts and the worst part was he agreed with them. He greatly resents him mum for marrying that prick and even more so for staying with him because "Princes don't divorce" was so much more important. Honestly, he was all for eliminating anyone like his father.

He absolutely does not want kids. Ever. First because he has no idea what a good father would even look like, but second because he honestly doesn't believe any kid should have the curse that is his parent's blood flowing through their veins. How on Earth would he explain his heritage to his kids when blood is what gave them the gift of magic?

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

This is per day.

This is strict education.

This is doing assignments to prove knowledge exists in three brain

This is not learning time as we Learn 24/7.

This is the amount of time you need to be focused on your child's education per day.

I know some schools are providing a different curriculum but look... This was thrown on you in a flash.

I haven't said much or gave you guidelines because you need to learn if it's too hard or too easy or you need a break.

Some may not taken it seriously or too seriously.

So this is reality. Anymore is going to fry your childs brain to take tests all day long or write all day.

So they may not mind but they could be over achieving

Which is blessed to have such a child however you need to guide them to overachieve without stress. So they don't burn out.

Now you can set your pre-k to 12 grader at the computer for up to 8 hours of fun on education websites such as Sea World's, time 4 learning. And Other fun education.

Also Netflix had a great history program which wad absolutely amazing and i will Google and post it here.

My kid... We don't book work and write. We read or watch tv and i check for attention.

"So what did the President say in 1986 regarding AIDS?" dude she will give so much information I will wonder if we were in the same room together.

If she doesn't or didn't pay attention to something insignificant... I ask do you want to rewatch it or move on?

I'm not gonna lie. She is better at learning then i am. I have brain damage, physical brain damage and developed ADD in my 20s. Like i couldn't even read a magazine much less a book. So paying attention is more difficult for me.

So she exceeds my expectations by far.

I don't feel dumb i feel gratified that she pays attention and i feel proud of her. I tell Her she will be a success in life.

I was Valedictorian for high school in 1999.

So not a big deal. That I'm not so good about it now

But people who aren't great in grade school can shine in adult hood

So, don't stress!!!!

Use this time to spend with your kid. Thats it. In an educational atmosphere..that's all babes. Just spending time together as a family.

I saw that one lady's schedule with PE every morning. Pop in some yoga. That will go under the time limits above, especially in a pinch.

So little kids especially love learning. So 20 minutes? They could do 6 hours easy. They love learning and have the most to learn but they need rest midway. Naps.

So look if you are an overachiever and you're all no,way in Hell is my kid only doing 5 hours a day. You need to put in one hour of naptime. And one hour of yoga. That's 7 hours

Then you need to shove it. Because they're not going to learn much more than resentment.

So half time is strict time like test/assignments.

The other half is learn fun time.

Basics:

Math is paperwork. Grammar and spelling is paperwork

History and science is not. Those are verbal questions.

Can you just set your kid up a blog and tell them to write 17 sentences about whatever they want and it count as school?

Fuck yes because that is gonna stimulate their mind on its own and you will learn most about your kid.

Then you can give advice on sentence structure, pronoun and adjective use

But for them to listen to you you have to prove you know what you talk about. "Look this is an adjective and I think we can look in the thesaurus for a word with the same meaning but isn't the word pretty and we can expand your vocabulary because sometimes people like to not read pretty 5 times in one story. So let's use the word pretty first because it is easiest yo understand then let's get 4 more words that mean the same thing and use those instead."

It is 20 minutes and it is a time of learning yourself and learning with your kid and expanding their limitations. And seeing the world through their eyes.

And you should blog, too. And they can help you edit.

Now using pretty 5 times is also fine. A child may insist they want to use the same words but as why. And if they don't want to change their paper that's fine.

But you can still look up the different 4 words and then have them write them one time each so they feel more comfortable with a change.

You'll see over time they will add words they want to use they learned from you.

Because some kids are just stubborn. My own daughter is that way at times. Like "no what i think i have is perfect"

"Okay then. That is great. I love your confidence. So let's let's do another lesson then. And then work on handwriting. Okay lets just look up 4 words that mean beautiful..." You can add a muse like -- i wonder if beautiful means pretty, too -- because some kids simply don't trust you can use one word to mean the same thing as another. The color yellow is the color yellow. Its ONLY yellow.

So only pretty means pretty. So it's not the focus to force your brain into theirs

The focus is to allow the gradual process of learning.

The difference between institution learning and home based free skill learning.

So, for the assignment you have them write the word on paper with crayon or pen, their choice on paper of their choice or what limited resources you have. And so once for introduction. Then 2nd time for acceptance then 3rd time for familiarity.

But don't drill it into them. Like slow. At their pace if it takes 40 minutes for a 1st grader its fine.

While you may feel they are rejecting they may be day dreaming about the word. Feeling It. Absorbing it.

So give a ten minute limit per word tho. Its 4 words. So

Then allow them to color on that same paper. Or draw. Tell them to keep it with them to look at during commercials or when bored. Then put it on the fridge at their eye level. This will give them comfort in learning

Especially if they have had an abusive or unkind and impatient teacher.

So the next day you look up the word "glamorous" pick 4. Write 3x and even if it is the same 4... Just ask "i want to know if you remember if we used that word this week, if you wrote it down already"

If they go look and see they did then tell them it's okay we csn do it again it seems that that word is calling out to you to be heard.

If they are picking certain words a lot then you can move to writing definitions of those words. 1x each.

Sometimes you may need to simplify the definition in your own words and that is great.

Children from pre-k to Seniors in high school can do this. Now a senior you may want them to write the word 5x or not. 3x is fine.

Have them use paper and pencil tho and don't criticize their handwriting. If you honestly can't read it then let them know but if you can and its messy let it go.

They may be doctor when they grow up.

Now in order for them to write legible you need to turn off distractions and tell them to take their time

If you normally use a timer, turn it off. Let them take their time focus and concentration to focus on how they control a writing instrument.

After what you think is a long time. Half hour or 45 minutes give them a snack and have a chat about anything. Apple and juice or water and cake or milk and crackers. Whatever. Small snack with some type of quality. Cake isn't healthy but water is. So 20 minutes or however long your talk with them is... And their snack. So distract them. Let them shake it all out and then have them to finish. They should speed up. Having had positive or neutral interaction with their teacher and being allowed to have an input that is taking serious and considered equally as much ws the parent's is will really just feed their soul and so say "okay let's finish this so we can move on" as opposed to just hurry up give a Reason why they should hurry.

I say "hurry along" a lot because it usually something said while walking. And the word along isn't alone. "Hurry along side me So i don't lose you on accident"

And while hurry up means the same exact thing its used in a rude voice quite often. And it means urgent or stress. So i save that for an urgent time.

Hurry along at your pace, I'll follow you... Along side you, I am.

Hurry up means i am ahead and you are behind.

So yall got skills deeply embedded inside each of you. Allow your child to help you blossom

That is why we have kids. To help us grow as humans. Not just in population but also in mind and soul.