#homework is important

[ratttoro]

its come to my attention that we as a society have decided homework is an evil government conspiracy meant to teach children how evil everyone is and woah woah woah can we not teach our children that the only place for learning is school?

first of all, kids should be constantly learning. their brains are expanding and are basically little sponges for new information, they need to be able to “self teach” some things and apply skills they’ve learned in the classroom at home. school in general is less about the actual material you’re learning about and more the actual process of learning something new, which is a very very very important life skill that your child deserves.

second of all, stop demonizing teachers. i’ve had horrible teachers, i dropped out my senior year and had to move schools to complete my education because of a teacher, i know they can suck, but a good lot of them are really just trying to do their jobs. kids and parents alike will take out any frustrations they have with the overall system out on their teachers and it’s exhausting. they’re trying. it’s hard to fit an entire lesson into an hour with a bunch of misbehaving children.

thirdly, just because something isn’t fun and exciting doesn’t mean its bad and evil. one more time, just because something isn’t fun and exciting doesn’t mean it’s bad and evil. there are necessary things in life that no one wants to do nor feels they should have to do, but alas, the job must get done. i’ve noticed a lot of this with our generation, “if _____ doesn’t appeal to me, i’m not going to do it and if the government wants me to do it well then they’re going to have to make accommodations!” (this does not apply to disabled/neurodivergent people who are unable to work, just the people who refuse to because it isn’t fun) but that isn’t how life works. the government doesn’t need you to get your job done, the rest of society where we really do all rely on each other does, though. teaching your kids from an early age that if you don’t find something fun you don’t have to do it until the system makes it fun is just setting them up tor failure and teaching them work ethic is optional in the real world, it teaches them that no one will rely on them and their contributions/hard work are meaningless at the end of the day unless there’s some sort of enjoyment while doing it. this also creates huge entitlement when it comes to doing anything they don’t want to do, which no one wants to deal with and very few will.

lastly, there are some children who are unable to do homework due to their living situations, and i agree that teachers should be easier on those students when it comes to due dates/the quality of work, and there is a genuine lack of empathy in the educational system towards children who are struggling in any sense, so yes, that needs to be changed along with most things about the system, but don’t try to erase important and necessary lessons

nope nvm, this is lastly, assuming this post is reaching mostly americans/canadians, be fucking grateful for the privilege you have to be able to attend school in the first place. do none of you guys hear stories of the countless women from other places saying what they would have done to be able to go to school? have you never met anyone who wasn’t able to be properly educated for one reason or another? be fucking grateful that you have the opportunity to learn freely and even raise your hand in class. be fucking grateful that you are in a public school rather than a residential school, be fucking grateful that you can even complain about the system to begin with (esp to teachers/administrators), be fucking grateful that there are people who think you deserve to be educated, and dedicated years of their lives to getting the right credentials in order to educate you. fuck.

[queerautism]

For anyone that's at all interested, I genuinely do think that watching James Somerton's new video is a good idea. Obviously use adblocker or find a reupload. But it's a really good one to practice spotting manipulative statements and tactics, which is an important skill to develop.

Watch Hbomb's and Todd's video, then his. What is he lying about? What is he misrepresenting? What is he avoiding to mention?

And if you feel yourself being convinced by his words, why is that? Is there a type of manipulation you might be vulnerable to? (We all are vulnerable to something, and knowing this is useful and important)

I know I used to be kinda scared to watch things by "bad people" or things I knew I'd disagree with, because I was afraid it would confuse me and convince me. But you cannot avoid this by only carefully controlling what you're exposed to, because eventually something, some propaganda, will absolutely get to you. You have to work on your skill to analyse things and think critically about them, on your own, and find your own conclusions.

[anna-scribbles]

if the agrestes weren't rich i think that gabriel would be the normal one. like gabe's problem is that he stopped running into natural limits due to absurd wealth and his obsessive nature led him to develop some kind of god complex where he won't accept that anything is out of his control. I think that if gabe was broke again and just simply couldn't afford to go on an international goose chase for ancient magic artifacts of untold power, if he had to work a 9-5 to live and couldn't just disappear into his basement lair to commit domestic terrorism and say evil monologues to himself, then he would be way more normal. he'd just be some guy. he might even let himself have a mowhawk again. but I think that emilie would be way LESS normal if they weren't rich. like emilie needs so many people to be obsessed with her so much all the time in order for her to function. and gabe would still have his toxic codependent obsession with her, sure, but that wouldn't be nearly enough. emilie has to be at the center of the world's spotlight at all times because she doesn't know how to exist if she's not performing. anyway all this to say I am so certain that if the agrestes were not disgustingly wealthy, emilie agreste would one million percent be running a massive family vlogger youtube channel

[cloudinal]

Happy birthday, Math Man!

[reality-detective]

Silent Film about "Food Label Codes" 🤔

[harrowharr0w]

wait ok hes kinda fun to draw also the future is looking bright

[ihateswansmorethananything]

As an artist I feel morally obligated to assign newsies characters art equipment

(ALL OF THESE HAVE THOUGHT THROUGH REASONINGS)

Davey: oil paint or aquarell

Jack: Charcoal (to be exact Charcoal pencils)

Crutchie: pastel chalk

Race: digital art

Spot (specifically 1992 spot): oil pastel

Sarah: colored pencils

Our man Denton: lead pencil

Blink: Gouache

Mush: Acrylic

Boots: finger paint

Bumlets: those sand art thingys

Specs: graphic design

Skittery: ink art

Les: crayon

Delancys: AI Art

(Snyder Spider is the paint water you accidentally drink way too often, which gives you a stomach infection and a hospital visit)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[crooked-mile]

NASCAR Drivers As Dog Breeds

Kyle Larson: Chihuahua

Smug, writes too many checks his ass can't cash, needs to shut up

Chase Elliott: Greyhound

Quiet, shy, fast but would like to have a conversation that isn't about going fast once in a while, wants to go home now

Ryan Blaney: Corgi

Short but makes it work, a crowd favorite, handsome and polite, great smile; barks to communicate frustration, anxiety or excitement

Joey Logano: German Shepherd

Knows what his job is and is a little too excited to do it, some aggression issues tempered by age and proper socialization

Bubba Wallace: American Pit Bull Terrier

Misunderstood sweetheart, just wants people to like him, attached at the hip to his best friend, probably a blanket hog

Austin Cindric: Borzoi

Tall, just happy to be here

Tyler Reddick: Jack Russell Terrier

Small but unstoppable, compact size reduces drag, sometimes forgotten about until he nips at your heels

Denny Hamlin: Australian Cattle Dog

Good at what he does but is really fucking annoying about it, becomes destructive if he doesn't receive adequate stimulation

[itacats]

Under the Shadow of Ghost

FT: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: past trauma, war themes, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

A/N: Trying something new with a character that has been plaguing my brain. First time writing with TF141 - feeling like this might be a slow burn kinda thing.

Read Part 2 here! Read Part 3 here! Read Part 4 here! Read Part 5 here! Read Part 6 here! Read Part 7 here! Read Part 8 here! Read Part 9 here!

Part 1: Into the Fold

As the newest member of Task Force 141, I felt the electrifying pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins, accompanied by an undercurrent of doubt that gnawed at my resolve. The weight of my gear was nothing compared to the weight of the responsibility that now fell upon me. Around me stood the elite – legends whose names alone carried more power than any weapon. Simon "Ghost" Riley was the most enigmatic among them, a figure whose reputation cast a shadow that stretched far beyond his silent presence. The skull mask he wore seemed to be more than just an intimidation tactic – it was a barrier, a reminder that no one was allowed to see the man beneath. His past was a whisper among the team, a dark tale of betrayal, violence, and unimaginable pain. And yet, he stood unflinching, his every movement deliberate, his gaze unreadable.

Beside him was Soap, a man who wore his brash confidence like a badge of honor. His laughter could cut through the tension of any firefight, his jokes and quips serving as the last thread of sanity we often clung to. But beneath that devil-may-care attitude, I knew there was a man as serious and deadly as any soldier I’d ever met. Then there was Gaz – razor-sharp, always on edge, his eyes flicking between targets as if constantly calculating the odds. He was quick-witted and quicker on the trigger, never missing a beat in the heat of battle. And finally, there was Captain Price, a figure larger than life itself. He had the kind of authority that didn’t need to be spoken. It was felt. His leadership was a rock in the storm, and even though he rarely showed emotion, his mere presence was enough to rally the team in the face of impossible odds.

I had been thrown into this firestorm, a greenhorn among giants. Earning their trust would take more than just pulling my weight in battle – it would take resilience, endurance, and a willpower forged in the fires of chaos. I had to prove that I was more than just another soldier assigned to fill a roster spot. I had to show them I was one of them. That I belonged.

My poker face became my greatest weapon, a mask I had perfected long before the battlefield became my home. No one could read the thoughts that tumbled like dice in my mind. The fear, the doubt, the anger – it all stayed hidden behind a façade of calm. But over time, as the sweat, blood, and dust of our missions blurred the days together, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Ghost. There was something about his quiet stoicism that spoke to me, something in the depth of his silence that resonated with the scars I carried – scars that ran deeper than the physical.

Ghost was a riddle wrapped in pain, a man shaped by horrors that would have shattered anyone else. I could see it in the way he moved, deliberate and unyielding, as if every step was an act of defiance against the demons that haunted him. His eyes, always obscured behind the mask, told stories I would never hear. The hushed rumors that swirled around him – the torture, the betrayal, the graves he had crawled out of – only heightened the sense of mystery. Yet, despite it all, he never faltered. He was the kind of soldier you could follow into hell without hesitation. But there was a heaviness to him, a burden he carried that no one could touch, and in some way, I understood that.

Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t help but feel a connection to him, even though I knew he’d never acknowledge it. Ghost didn’t form attachments – not in the way that others might. He lived in a world where connections were weaknesses, and weakness could - no - would get you killed. But still, in those moments between missions, in the fleeting glances and shared silences, I saw a flicker of something familiar. A reflection of my own struggles, my own battles fought in the shadows of my mind.

I knew better than to pry into his past. Men like Ghost didn’t share their stories willingly. They were locked behind walls so high and thick that no one could scale them. But in some way, just being near him made me feel like I wasn’t alone in my fight. Maybe that was the draw – the unspoken understanding between soldiers who had seen too much, lost too much, and yet continued to stand, unwavering, in the face of it all.

Every mission we embarked on was another chapter in a story that felt both infinite and fleeting. The gunfire, the explosions, the brief moments of camaraderie – they all blended together into a tapestry of survival. And in the middle of it all was Ghost, a figure who seemed more legend than man. I was determined to earn his respect, to prove that I wasn’t just another cog in the machine, but a soldier worthy of standing alongside the infamous Task Force 141. 

In the end, it wasn’t about being fearless. It was about understanding that fear was inevitable, but what mattered was how you handled it. Ghost had his way. And I had mine. But perhaps, in the chaos of war, we weren’t so different after all.

Read Part 2 here!

I want to turn this into a multi-part series. If you have any suggestions on how to improve for these guys let me know! Thought I might give these guys a writing shot and see how it turns out.

Thanks for reading this far💙

[bagalois]

i took notes for the first time in a while :> this is for group theory.

[niranutcake]

"Puzzlevisions' open day... A tour... blah blah blah... A uniform required..."

@4thwallbreakerdraws2

Hi, hello, it is I~ ✨

I hope you'll allow me to participate even tho I've donned only the tie 👀💧

[emiwritesfiction]

That neurodivergent writer experience where you are suddenly hit by a fanfic idea that you LOVE, but for a show you've only watched once and don't remember much detail on---

---and therefore you now need to rewatch the ENTIRE SHOW from start to end so that you at least vaguely remember what is happening and what everyone sounds like before you can write the fic and it is lowkey torture because I just really, really want to write the fic....but if I do it before I watch the show again, I'll do it WRONG---

At least according to my brain, which sets arbitrary rules but insists on them being followed or no writing is allowed.

Not cool, brain. Not cool.

[bookwyrminspiration]

there are so many words that I have only ever heard from my professor's mouth. if he hasn't told us and it's not in the two (2) pdf sources his institution has provided, i'm fucked

[mossy-crow0]

sacrificing my education for jrwi let’s gooooooo

[ihateobeymelucifer]

We should have met meph much sooner in game. <3 his hating ass

One of the things I like so much about Mephisto is that his existence along with Astaroth and uhh Lucifugous (?? i think that was their name) is referenced pretty early on in the game. That's definitely one of the highlights of seasons 1 and 4 to me: That the world (and RAD specifically) feels full of other people (demons?) that our cast interacts with (And in Satan and Asmo's cases, are even friends with). I talk about this more briefly on my main but this is defo one of the reasons that Mephisto stands out to me and is one of the characters I really really like in concept (In practice I like him as well but ESPECIALLY in concept I mean) like he just goes here!! There are people here that aren't on the student council or hosting exchange students and have other stuff going on in their lives !! Anyways yes we love Mephisto on this blog. He's walking around proving that Lucifer sucks. He has better hair, is a better older brother, is more pleasant and safer to be around, and has more friends than Lucifer ever will. By nature of this being a Lucifer hate account this is in part a Mephisto (and Belphie and Satan and Luke) stan account.

[ratcandy]

being an entomology student is so unserious “I have bee homework to do” “I have to turn in bugs this week” “there’s so many guys in my freezer” “I have to read this paper on bug sex sorry” like come on man