#encourage reading at home

[kidsinnowadays]

Bookworm Haven: Nurturing a Love for Reading in Your Household

Foster a love of reading in kids with tips for a home literacy environment. Set up a reading nook, demonstrate good habits, and engage them in reading to cultivate avid readers.

The Benefits of Reading It’s no secret that reading provides a breadth of benefits, especially for developing minds. Reading boosts cognitive development in children and teens by helping to build critical neural connections in the brain at a pivotal time of growth. As young readers engage with stories and absorb new information, they strengthen skills like focus, concentration, and analytical…

[aethersea]

📚 [sorry I didn't know what book to go with so I picked many haha]

You send multiple books, you get multiple fics! Kinda. See, I really want to read the stories that the people of Gotham come up with about their resident vigilante cryptids—rumors, urban legends, wattpad rpf with dubious content warnings, all of it. I have a whole list of increasingly insane theories about what the batfam’s whole deal even is, but I never got any further than writing the frame story for one of them.

Some highlights from the list include:

Batman is a warlock and Robin is a demon bound to serve him. When ten years are up, Robin gets Batman’s soul.

Batman and Robin live in the sewers and can pop up anywhere in Gotham via manhole covers. They’re always fighting Killer Croc for real estate.

Obligatory vampire theory! Batman is a vampire and Robin is the person he feeds from. If Robin dies, Batman will go into a frenzy of bloodlust and drain half the city dry.

Robin is a trickster spirit who helps Batman out because it’s fun, and because the Joker’s bad sense of humor pisses him off. Batman has to keep him constantly entertained or he’ll run off and join the Riddler.

Cass (in her terrifying void-black costume) is the vengeful shade of the previous Batgirl, who finally clawed her way back from the afterlife and is here to take no prisoners.

Vampire theory v2: This Time With Duke! Everyone’s a creature of night and darkness except Signal, who is the sun incarnate. STRONG teen paranormal romance vibes, heavy-handed metaphors of self-destructive love or something, definitely involves shipping Signal with one or more batkids.

Batman is a professional comedian who got sick of Joker’s bad clowning. Things got out of hand.

Batman & Robin aren’t real. Criminals are making them up. 

One of my favorites, though, is the theory that Robin is the ghost of a murdered child, who wants revenge for his murder but, in the meantime, is willing to help Batman make sure no more children end up like him. This would be a story written by one of Dick’s classmates, maybe for English class. Dick reads it and it’s a whole emotional roller coaster ride, especially the scene where Robin’s ghost looks in on his living parents, as he does often to make sure they’re safe, and wishes more than anything that he could hold them and be held by them just one more time.

[bunnihearted]

📚📖🧸

[evienyx]

Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things, Chapter Ten: Of Dirt and Dust

Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things, Chapter Ten

Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things, from the Beginning

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What is a mechanic to do with a problem that cannot be fixed?

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Just barely beat it being fourteen months since the last update! Take that, America!

If you couldn't tell, this chapter kicked my ass a little. It's done, though, so here it finally is. Some details from previous chapters were changed a bit, but those should all be up-to-date now. Yay.

This chapter is just under 30k words, which is crazy because the first nine chapters together are 62k. This chapter probably could have been like four, but where's the fun in that?

I also probably could have edited it down a lot, but this is fanfiction, goddammit! My story is going to be as long-winded as I please, and fuck anyone who complains. In actuality, it's just more story for you.

Enjoy!

[insane-weasel]

I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.

Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.

We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.

[macabre-discotheque]

“I don’t know you just seem very kind, darling even. But you must get that a lot.”

“I don’t actually. People usually think I’m a bit of a jerk. But then again I chose who I’d like to be nice to so, I guess I am.” - Vista Alegre by Akumetsu

HOO MAN

I've had this mf in the works for awhile, the line and the inspiration for this are from Akumetsu on ao3. I linked the original fic :D

Also shout-out to Tumblr for murdering the quality, click so it's not garbo doo doo

anyways I really wanted to draw out some scenes and this is the scene where you meet Wally! I will Absolutely do more of these when I feel like it C:

also reader's face isn't visible because I don't Feel like Coming up with a Design for them, so I'm just gonna get creative with the compositions 😎

[probablynotsamantha]

Dammit heart why are you like this ik she's like the exact damn girl you would've thought up to be as attractive and friend as humanly possible to me but you still don't have to be this whiny about it.

[allofuswantgwinam]

This is a terrible slogan to put on alcohol unless they add “with a DD” 🤦🏼‍♀️

[quillheel]

[ storm; a raging storm outside, where sender insists receiver stays in ] (to wally from home; right i get the muse for the one that can't move, but at least home can shut its doors and protect him from the thing in the woods--)

Like a thunderclap to a small dog, Wally cannot stop moving.

Usually, Wally liked storms. He liked the low sound of thunder and the blinding light of lightning, even if the boom between air & between atoms sometimes startled him, his focus was one of awe enraptured. Rain pattering on the world like a hundred thousand marbles, evidence of reality, evidence of stability, evidence of the world changing in different; wonderful ways. Usually, Wally liked to watch and wait for a storm to pass. Usually, he’d sit — mostly quiet, aside from occasional murmurs to Home — and draw in his little spot perhaps on the porch or next to a window. Usually, it does not rain at night.

He feels as though he is forgetting something important. A thread tugged at the ridges of the seam, like bewilderment, like torture. A thousand miles of downpour. A thousand miles of fiber weaving unto fiber weaving unto-

He feels as though he is forgetting something important. What was it again?

— It makes him antsy. An actor forgetting his lines from just off-stage, he peers out from the spaces he can to watch the dark rain, how he can barely see it at all. Home’s insistence upon keeping him in does not help, and abruptly the entire house feels sinister by sheer virtue of what was being kept away ( inability to tell the difference between locked out, and locked in )

Home was not the problem. Wally was.

He feels as though he is forgetting something very very important. If he looked closely enough, maybe he could see it between the floorboards, like a shivering, terrible, oil slick black hand guiding a prop, like a snake writhing just loud enough to hear it, hear the hiss when he stepped on the right panels. Like being caught in a bad dream, Wally cannot shed the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

When Wally is afraid of something, he likes to remind himself that it can’t hurt him. He does not know what he is afraid of. Maybe that’s what he’s forgetting.

“ What’s wrong, Home? “ he asks, sat in his rocking chair after wandering up and down the halls as though seeking a breach in the wallpaper itself, in the plaster. The nerves don’t leave him, and he’s just a few minutes away from getting up again. “ I always draw outside. Why can't I go...? "

An inquiry that loiters on the edges of the anxiety that pervades, that Home is trying to protect him from, that Wally does not understand, was not meant to understand.

If he stared closely enough at the gaps between the floorboards, maybe he could see it. See what Home was trying to keep out. A basement that does not exist.

He does not want to see, but he has to know.

[someonesomewheredown]

I think to make up for all the plotlines that have a "kid see magical things that normal people only for them to be diagnosed as having hallucinations/delusions/etc and it later turns out that no, these things were real and that they're not like those crazy people who see things that really aren't there" thing we should have characters that are both magical and experience hallucinations. Or like at least they bond with people who do hallucinate over the shared experience of seeing things that others can't. Idk I just think it kind of sucks to have characters experience othering because of that misdiagnosis only to start othering the people that, up until recently, they shared that diagnosis with and the book describes it like it's perfectly fine

[thedreadvampy]

why are graphic novels such a perfect medium for memoir?

[hellcifrogs]

When did you start drawing? And were you always interested in it?

I've always been drawing, since I could hold a pencil or brush my mom encouraged me and my siblings doodle and mess with art... I think my interest for real started from middle school to high school, when I got into anime and started actually thinking about what I was doing.

[revertrate]

Once they came to knew what they could achieve in their respective fields, Hara and Eunyung were pretty passionate about their activities. They both liked what they were doing and Hara would keep pushing herself to assure her mother that she could keep up and that maybe her mother would be impressed with her accomplishments sooner or later and come around.

Eunyung, as any other impressionable kid on the other hand, wanted his deadbeat parents to see his performance and be proud of him. It is not revealed exactly what happened other than the fact that his parents did not like it at all but it more or less removed his interest in theatre altogether and his unstable home and school life made it impossible for him to give it a second thought.

Hara's mother just manipulated her and wore her down to a point the kid herself started doubting herself greatly but she was able to pick up because of her drive towards it and the fact that she would always pick it up again in a heartbeat if given the chance

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

OKAY, so I just posted the masterlist for "Bringin' Home the Rain". 😬

I'm planning on posting the first chapter tonight (I had wanted to post it last night but I was, and still am, dealing with STUPID CAR issues, so that didn't end up happening) .

It also has now gone from four to five chapters, because chapter one was getting a bit unwieldy and I didn't want to the throw out a wall of text for the first chapter of the first fic I've written in *counts on fingers* 18 years?? 🙃 And since I'm not sure how the long the rest of the chapters will end up being, I figured I'd ease into it.

As mentioned we start off smut-free, but don't worry, we'll get there. 😉 I will hopefully have chapter two up this weekend, and then after that, uhhhh, we'll see!

My brain realizing that I'm actually doing this:

[your-neighbor-bear]

Cannot express enough how good n freeing it feels to have a self customized article of clothing that is so uniquely and exclusively your own.

Something that is yours that no one else can tell you how to decorate it.

Even if you have to hide it or you can't have that piece just yet you can one day. That I promise you.

Every patch, stitch, and fleck of paint filled with You. Filled with love.

A small bit of control and autonomy.

[cosmik-homo]

ok im gonna come out and say it. i think alfred (coren) montbank and clark (kal-el) kent would be besties.