#Best Parenting Style Assessment
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Respicite
Respicite: Best career test & psychometric test for career in India Get the best career test & expert psychometric test for career counseling. Master the art of parenting with our renowned parenting style assessment.
Respicite: Get the Best Career Library & Career Options in India Discover the ultimate Career Library and explore diverse Career Options in India with our comprehensive resources. Career Test career counselling certification Psychometric Test for Career Counselling career library Career Options
1st Floor, Building S34, Shirdipuram, Kolar Road, Bhopal, India - 462042 91 7898047468
0 notes
Text
big shot | coriolanus snow
pairing: fem!reader x academy!snow
in which: y/n has just transferred to the academy for her final year of school. and better yet, her childhood best friend coriolanus snow was there too. but what she didn't know was that in the time she hadn't been there, he had become somewhat of an "uptight asshole." and that should not have been as appealing as it was.
warnings: slight angst, non-con kiss
wc: 2.3k
you were somewhat excited for your first day at the academy. the only other prestigious school you had been at was practically on the other side of the capitol. your family recommended you switch to the capitol for your last year so you could commute easier.
you hadn't made enough friends at your other school to decline. besides, you really wanted more sleep. so the first day you suited up in your bright red academy uniform, styled your hair just the way you liked it, and prepared for an entire new crowd.
when your driver dropped you off, no heads turned, no one approached you, no one even recognized you were a new student. figured. it was the first day back. people greeted their friends, and besides, the academy didn't usually accept new students past 9th grade. your father had to commission an entire new building just for your acceptance.
but you didn't really care about making new friends. not today, at least. who you really needed to track down was coriolanus snow. you had known the boy your entire life. the two of you had even looked out for each other during the war, as kids.
to say the two of you were "close" was an understatement. the two of you knew everything about each other. your parents had brought you two together right before the war started. you were four when you met, five when the war started, and eight when it ended. luckily, coming from wealth, you were very well protected.
the snow's however, weren't as lucky. after the death of coriolanus's father, their money became less prolific. your family helped them out every way you could but they insisted they would deal with it by themselves.
however, you hadn't seen coriolanus in a few years. he was shipped off to the academy, and you to panem prepatory, the two of you both began to drown in schoolwork. it was hard to see eachother. and then, he stopped trying. stopped sending letters.
you didn't know why. maybe school caught up to him. maybe money. maybe his family didn't want him spending precious money on something as frivolous and stamps and letters. and that you could understand. but you weren't 100% confident that was his reason.
you had gone unnoticed in the time before your first period. however it became increasingly evident when you entered your first class. the girls in the class turned their heads as you walked in. you plopped yourself down near the girls.
"who are you?" you heard. you turned your head and matched the voice to a girl with dark black hair.
"i'm y/n. i'm new. i'm from panem prep." she looked curious.
"new? the academy doesn't accept new students." she laughed. the girls around her followed in her footsteps.
"they must have really liked me." you turned your whole body towards her now. "what's you name?" you asked. she turned to her friends on either side of her before responding.
"clemensia dovecote." she extended her hand and you shook it, firmly.
"nice to meet you." it truly wasn't. she had been snobby, but she wasn't going to say it. you turned back towards the front of the classroom and assembled everything you needed. a few of the boys introduced themselves to you, eagerly. they all seemed to be fascinated with the concept of a new student.
the boys immediately began bothering you. you turned your back to them when you finally saw him walk in. a smile formed on your face as coriolanus walked into the classroom. clearly rushed and clearly late, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. you smiled at him. he didn't smile, but just looked at you for a moment, as if he was assessing if you were really there. he was cut off when the teacher entered behind him and he was forced to find his seat.
you had no idea he would be in any of your classes. but here he was, in your first class. the boy you had grown up with. your focus was drawn back when the teacher got everyone's attention.
"alright settle down. welcome back from break and get ready for your final year at the academy. it will be vigorous, but rewarding. and remember, the plinth prize will be awarded at the end of this year." she made eye contact with a boy with curly hair sat above you. she paused for a moment before continuing, as if to think. "oh! i almost forgot. everyone this is y/n. she's a...new student. please make her feel welcome." she nodded at you as if you needed to be identified. everyone had noticed. there were a few nods around the classroom and she began the lesson.
you watched as coriolanus took a seat next to that boy with curly hair. he had earlier introduced himself to you as sejanus. he seemed kind enough. you faced the front of the classroom and focused on the lesson.
but it certainly was hard. the one glimpse you got at coriolanus was enough to realize his outside appearance had changed. he had grown up. no longer the scrawny early-teens boy you had known a few years ago. he had put on some muscle, and looked older overall. something about him had changed. maybe it was the way his hair had grown out and now fell just below his eyebrow. maybe it was the way the red uniform he wore made his eyes stand out.
maybe you had changed. you had only ever seen him as a friend. but something about this new look made you feel things you hadn't felt about him before. safe to say you couldn't wait to talk to him.
the professor droned on about grades and attendence, projects and due dates for an hour before she finally dismissed you. looking up at the clock, you realized you had only a few minutes to get across the campus to get to your second class. talking to coriolanus was going to have to wait.
you slithered through the people crowding the hallways and made your way to your second class. hoping he was in this class too, you looked around the classroom right until the bell rung. you had come to the conclusion that he was not. which made this class much, much longer.
you had to ask around to find out where the cafeteria was, when you found out you made your way there swiftly. you were so excited to talk to coriolanus. the boy you had known now all grown up into some different man. his looks had changed, at least. you hoped he hadn't.
it was easy to spot him in the crowd. you made your way towards him but stopped when you realized the amount of people he was talking to. it felt rude to interrupt the group.
you had never known him to be very popular. he was always the shy, scrawny boy in the corner of the cafeteria. but now he was surrounded.
surrounded by clemensia, a girl who had introduced herself as arachne, a few of the boys who had introduced themselves, and more. instead of interrupting, you tried to signal for him. you positioned yourself in his line of sight and hoped he would notice you. he looked up for a moment. you waved at him, to which he simply quickly nodded and looked back down.
you felt, discarded. it was odd. you hadn't seen him in so many years and he just nodded you off? you didn't like it at all.
"hey! do you want to sit with me at lunch?" you heard. you turned around to find livia cardew, a girl who had been in both your morning classes. she was much nicer than all the other girls. you smiled and accepted, hoping she would be able from distract you from the disappointing interaction you had just run into.
you got lunch and sat next to her.
"hey, what can you tell me about coriolanus?" you asked her. she looked where you had been looking, at coryo.
"oh, him? he's quite cute isn't he?" she smiled. "what about him?"
"what's he like?" you asked. if her story matched up with the one in your head, you would have nothing to worry about.
"well, he's always talking with those people. they are so uptight. think they're better than everyone." she answered. that was not the coriolanus you knew.
"wait, slow down. coriolanus is like that, or the people he hangs out with?" you tried to deny what she was telling you.
"it's the same, isn't it?" she responded, digging into her lunch.
you made an effort to track down coriolanus afterschool, no matter the cost. the fact that you hadn't spoken to him all day was unacceptable. he had been in two of your classes, and not a word.
making your way through the hallways, you located him by himself for once. you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to face you.
"coryo what the hell!" you scolded. he looked at you with surprise, as if it wasn't odd he was acting like this.
"y/n, hi. what are you doing here?" he responded, a "smile" on his face.
"seriously. long story short, i transferred schools, now can we talk?" you asked. his smile dropped.
"come with me." you held your grip on his arm as he dragged you into a quiet room. he shut the door behind the two of you.
"are you embarrassed of me or something?" you got straight to the point. if something was up, you were going to figure it out.
"what?" he asked.
"oh my g- coriolanus, i was in two of your classes, tried to get your attention at lunch, and still, you haven't spoken to me all day, and you barely acknowledged me at first period and lunch. " you explained your day to him as if he wasn't there for most of it.
"look, i was just talking to my friends at lunch, i barely even computed that it was you-"
"your uptight friends? your friends who think they are better than everyone?" you cut him off. he was silent for a moment.
"uptight? they aren't better than everyone. " he blatantly responded.
"that's not what livia cardew told me."
"livia cardew? don't listen to her." he rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"look at you. who even are you anymore?" you interrogated. the old snow would have never talked about someone like that.
"i'm the same person as before." he seemed to have taken your comment to heart.
"no you're not. i really missed you, and i was excited to come to this school and see you again. i really was. but you barely acknowledged my existence the whole day and you were standing around with your rich friends, as if you are one of them. do they think you're rich or something?"
"yes they do. they have too." he quickly argued.
"why?" you questioned. you couldn't believe he was putting on this fake outer appearance for the entire world.
"i have an image to uphold. for my family." his reason was nonsensical.
"coryo, that image died 11 years ago with your father, we both know that-"
"yeah, but they don't. you, and your family, are the only people who know any differently. i intend to keep it that way." he spoke with his chest.
"look, snow, i'm not going to ruin your public image or anything, but i can't believe who you've become. when i saw you in the first class, i noticed your outer change, your hair, your body, everything. hell, i even thought you were cute for a second. but that was before i realized what an uptight asshole you'd become. you had to become such a big shot didn't you? you need this attention? " he seemed to have completely ignored your insult and lingered on your, compliment?
"you thought i was cute?" he raised one side of his mouth into a tiny smirk.
"yeah, past tense, let's move on." you brushed it off, but he hadn't.
"no, no. y/n. my entire life i've known you and you had never admitted to ever liking me. ever. no matter how many hints i dropped that i liked you, you never gave me anything back, and now, you just reciprocate and move on?" you froze at his comment. liked you? it was disgusting. he can't act like he doesen't know you and admit he liked you in the same day.
"if you think that i still find you attractive after the way you'd treated me today you're crazy." you shooed him off.
"then call me crazy." he walked forward and pulled you into a kiss. you gasped with no time to react before he trapped you with his lips. he kissed you with a hunger and a passion you hadn't even seen in the movies.
you didn't know he could kiss like that. your brain told you to shove him away but your body disobeyed. you stayed put as he continued to kiss you. you hated every second of it but you couldn't move. at least, you thought you hated it. you would have moved if you hated it. you would have moved if you didn't really want this, if there wasn't some, wrong, part of you that needed this.
it felt so wrong to embrace that small part of you. but you needed too. that one moment of the day where you wanted him was getting it's satisfaction.
you wrapped your arms around him. why you did that? you weren't sure. you finally came to your senses and pulled away. not only that, you backed away from him.
"why would you do that." you looked to him, he was still collecting himself.
"you kissed back." was his only response. he wasn't wrong, and you hated that.
"i-i didn't mean too." you whispered. you heard a laugh from him. the whole situation confused you. you should not have let that last the entire minute it had.
"you don't accidentally kiss someone back."
taglist: @mischieftom
#jhkfan123#tom blyth#coriolanus snow#snow lands on top#hunger games#tbosas#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#hungergames#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanussnow#coriolanus smut#coryo#coriolanus imagine
323 notes
·
View notes
Note
YOUR VANGUARD VAGGIE IS WONDERFUL I DEFINITELY WANNA USE IT TO WRITE WITH IF THATS OK
do whatever u like, oh anon. everything i post here is for sharing <3
anyway have i mentioned i love that vaggie's weapon is a spear. i love that her weapon is a spear
vaggie is exactly the kinda practical, pragmatic, kill kill kill lady who'd say no thanks to the "cool" weapons like swords (coughcouchlutecouch) and go for something works best with the people around her (group of spears for the win) while helping her specifically (short lady equips weapon with Reach) and that just makes me feeeeeel she'd be not just GOOD at heading into a fight first to assess things and clear the way, but also tactically minded enough (cough cough the manager mindset cough) to sign up for that so she can be SURE it gets done right and
good character weapon choice in media means a lot to me... i love it
LIKE LOOK AT CHARLIE TOO!!! HER WEAPON!!!!!!!
when she's calm she chooses a shield so she can protect and deflect (call out to her emotional issues of not dealing with her own) without causing lethal HARM
but the moment she's pissed and hurt and wants to HURT SOMEONE, she calls up a TRIDENT
you can say "she's a demon princess of hell of course she's have a trident it's iconic traditional shorthand for demon weapon" and YES THAT'S TRUE but also, in real life, tridents WERE used as weapons! Where????
in entertainment. by gladiators. who used fun and unusual weapons and weapon combos as part of putting on a Good Show
meaning theater bi charlie who loves breaking into broadway musical style songs while dancing her way down the streets of hell is, even at her most murder-y and dangerous, is STILL thematically tied to her parents' shared vibe of public performance and entertainment
(lucy boy with his carnival land and lilith with her singing)
and HER weapon isn't a choice of what's easiest to fight with or kill with, oh no. it's intimidation. it's for catching someone's weapon on. it's pinning someone down (so they will LISTEN). it's a PROP
a prop she fully stabbed a guy with but yeah, you know. as it goes
even chaggie's WEAPONS both match AND contrast each other! that's so COOL!!!
both have polearms, one for efficient killing especially in a group, one for NOT killing while usually in a one-on-one fight, they are stabby stabby girlfriends who's characters are sooooooo well matched by their choice of stabby tools lg;;kakgk;gkkfgkd;k;e ARGHHGHGH
I DERAILED THIS REPLY BECAUSE OF THEM. LOVEE THEM
#hazbin hotel#vaggie#charlie morningstar#chaggie#WEAPON THOUGHTS#vanguard vaggie au#anyway legit anyone do whatever with whatever i put on here#have at thee
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
Julian Loki acts like an older sibling. PART 3
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Last part where it all makes sense I swear. Headcanons at the end!!
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Maturity, responsibility, politeness, adaptability, flexibility, patience, restraint, and confidence.
Julian has exhibited these characteristics each time we see him in the manga. All of this makes me believe that he’s an older sibling. It makes so much sense, from the way he handle’s Charles’ interesting personality to how he experimented to create two distinct PXGs with Shidou’s play style and Rin’s play style.
(Now onto the actual headcanon and not analysis part hehehehehe)
I think due to his calm personality I see him having a younger sister. However, he’s still a competitive teenager that I could see totally dominating his little brother in a video game or a friendly match of soccer. (Not that he couldn’t do this with a sister)
Older brother! Loki is someone his little siblings turn to whenever they have a bad day. They know that he’ll listen quietly to their words and assess the situation accordingly. He knows how to cheer them up; whether that be with a sweet that he’ll buy them without telling their mother, talking them through their feelings so they feel more at peace with themselves, or offering an assuring shoulder squeeze to let them know their older brother is here for them.
Older brother! Loki is someone who travels a lot because of soccer. Sure, he rather enjoyed the different quality of independence he got being away from home, but he grows to miss it when the nights drag on a little too long and the air is a little bit more crisp than it ever has been. His little sibling would miss him too, pushing their head into their mama’s stomach and mumbling a small, “I miss Julian.” Their mother can only stroke their head while they wait for the elder boy to finish practice so that the three of them can reunite on call.
Older brother! Loki who is actually very good at cooking. He doesn’t do it as often now, when he’s away from home he tends to buy French foods in foreign countries rather than make it himself. Besides, with all the money he has been able to make for him and his family, he doubts that they would ever have to cook with their own hands again. Not that his parents would ever agree to the thought of a personal chef or maid, the couple probably every bit as humble and kind as their son. He would often cook breakfast for his little sibling before walking the two of them to school.
Older brother! Loki that would play soccer with his little sibling when he found the time. Even though it wasn’t that intense, at least to him, the shrieks of laughter and face splitting grin that adored his little sibling were far more precious than some extra practice. After all, it is healthy to know when to take it easy and have some fun.
Older brother! Loki that tries his best to teach his little sibling about the importance of patience. Of course, little kids generally don’t have much of that, which is why Loki isn’t surprised to feel the tug of his sleeve when his little sibling decides they want to play with their big brother instead of letting him study for his upcoming exam. Loki can’t bring himself to be that annoyed though, looking into the same brown eyes as his own, he feels a strong sense of love flourishing from those stubborn and impatient pools of brown.
Older brother! Loki that helps his mother out with chores when he finishes practice and she finishes work. It gives the two of them time to rekindle and catch up on life.
Older brother! Loki that was always so happy to spend the holidays goofing off with his sibling. The sweet days off of school and soccer practice were made to be spent with his mini me beside him.
Older brother! Loki that was filled with shock when he saw his little sibling wearing a smaller version of his France national team jersey. His heart fluttered and soared out of his chest as a chuckle escaped from his smile. It suited them, of course it did. Because it was his little sibling. The bond between them was ever so strong, even if he would be on the field and his smaller version of himself would be either in the stands or watching through the television screen at home.
#ugh i love him#I’m so normal about Julian Loki I swear#bllk#bllk x reader#blue lock loki#blue lock manga#blue lock#julian loki#master strikers blue lock#scw:headcanon#scw:blurb#slowcatsworld
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Gospel Oak Primary School
Author: @ihearthes
Pairing: Harry x Original Named Female Character
Rating: Fluffy Meet Cute
Word Count: 2776
Rachel was sprawled on her back, her body twisted into an unnatural knot. Her right knee jutted out at an odd angle, one arm flung carelessly above her head, the other partially tucked beneath her. Harry Styles lay atop her, his breathing a stark contrast to her laboured gasps. His face was buried between her breasts, a position she had often fantasised about. But now that she was actually experiencing it, the reality fell short of her expectations. Harry's hands were scattered haphazardly, one resting on her shoulder, the other clutching his own thigh.
The oppressive heat of his body enveloped her, a suffocating weight that pressed down on her senses. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to savour a moment that had been anything but blissful. The collision of their bodies was a jarring, uncomfortable clash, a stark contrast to the romantic fantasy she had conjured. After all, how often does one find themselves entwined with the legendary Harry Styles, a man whose image is plastered across magazine covers and plastered on the hearts of millions?
“Bloody hell!” Rachel swore, mentally checking her body for any lasting damage from the impact of his body with hers.
“I’m so sorry!” Harry scrambled to his feet, seeking his phone, his eyes roaming the space where they had been entangled. Locating it, he leaned over to grab it quickly before he reached out a hand for her. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head as she grasped his hand to rise from where they had been lying. “Only my pride, I think, although I suspect I’ll be a bit sore tomorrow.” The wince that accompanied her words was proof that she was already anticipating the painful muscles.
Earlier that day, the final bell of the day had rung, a sweet symphony that promised escape from the chaos of the classroom. As Rachel carefully assessed her remaining time and the tasks she still had to complete, she found herself trapped in a conversation with Leo, the new maths teacher, a man whose complaints were as endless as the day was long.
"Oliver's parents are driving me mad," Leo lamented, his voice rising in a crescendo of frustration. "They keep demanding more and more homework. I've given him mountains of work to do at home, but it's never enough!"
Rachel tried to soothe his ruffled feathers. "I'm sure you're doing your best, Leo." But her words fell on deaf ears.
"He gets three times the homework as the other kids," Leo continued, his voice growing louder. "I've tried explaining to his parents that he needs time to play and socialise, but they won't listen. He must spend hours every night doing homework!"
As Leo's voice droned on, Rachel noticed his gaze wandering south. His eyes lingered on her chest, a blatant disregard for her discomfort. Finding a convenient excuse, she broke away from the conversation with a quick, “Oh, I forgot to respond to the headmaster!” before hurrying back to her classroom.
With a sigh of relief in the silence of her own class, she began planning her lessons for the next day. But as she glanced at the clock, a wave of panic washed over her. If she didn't leave immediately, she would be late for her super important first date with the guy whose attention she had been clamouring for during the previous three weeks.
With a frantic tug, Rachel snatched her crossbody bag and lunchbox, her phone tumbling into the chaotic jumble of items within. Her heart pounding in her chest, she bolted from her classroom, her footsteps echoing through the deserted hallways. Her short legs pumped with renewed energy, propelling her curvy body forward at a breakneck pace. She scanned the hallways with a wary eye, desperately hoping to avoid another encounter with the insufferable Leo.
That morning, Harry had lounged in the sun-drenched comfort of his bedroom, his eyes fluttering open to the gentle caress of morning light. With a leisurely yawn, he slipped into workout attire and strolled to his home gym. There, he moved through a series of stretches, humming a new melody he had composed the day before. His workouts were less about sculpting his physique and more about maintaining overall well-being. Not that he was ashamed of his appearance; he simply preferred a more relaxed approach to fitness during his downtime between tours.
After an invigorating shower, Harry indulged in a breakfast of yoghurt and fresh fruit from his own garden. Then, with a sense of contentment, he retreated to his study to work on some poetry and potential lyrics. The words flowed effortlessly from his pen, transforming his thoughts into passionate expressions. When inspiration struck, he would wander over to his piano and experiment with different chord progressions, sometimes attempting to recreate a jazz tune he had heard during his workout.
After a leisurely lunch of sun-ripened tomatoes, homemade mozzarella, and a splash of his favourite Italian olive oil, a pang of realisation struck Harry. He didn't have any fresh baguettes for tonight's dinner. His sister, Gemma, was bringing her baby over, and his sister had a voracious appetite for vegetarian fare. Harry had planned to whip up a batch of homemade pasta with his own tangy marinara sauce, using fresh vegetables from his garden.
A grin spread across his face as he grabbed his green Pleasing bag. The pride he felt in creating meals from the fruits of his labour was immense. This would be the first time he had cooked for his sister, and with the baby old enough for purees, he had grand plans.
"Mushy carrots and peas will be perfect!" Harry chuckled, his excitement bubbling over. Both vegetables would come straight from his garden. How had he lived without the joy of homegrown produce for so long?
Pulling a light windbreaker over his shirt, he paused once more to gaze at his face in the mirror. Should he shave? Nah. Maybe tonight before Gemma and Michal actually arrive, but not yet.
After leaving the bakery where he purchased three distinctly different baguettes, he was thrilled to find a Lime Bike right there, as if it were waiting for him. Scanning the QR code on the bike, he found that it was available. Slinging the green Pleasing bag, now holding fresh flowers for the dinner table, over his shoulder, Harry set off for home, the baguettes in the basket of the rented bicycle. His Airpods were delivering a delectable diet of music from recent releases and a few of his favourites directly to his ear canals.
His phone buzzed with a text message, and Harry took his eyes off of the footpath in front of him for only a moment to read what his sister had to say.
Which is precisely when the collision with Rachel happened.
Sprawled across her, the bike wrapped around his legs, he blushed upon realising that his lips were quite close to her breastbone – not at all a good location for a first meeting with a stranger.
She sputtered, rightfully so. “Bloody hell!”
“I’m so sorry!” He scrambled for his phone which had gone flying from his hand when he’d run into her or she’d run into him. No way for him to know for sure which way it happened. “Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride, I think, although I suspect I’ll be a bit sore tomorrow.” She grasped his outstretched hand, using his strength to haul her to a standing position.
“I shouldn’t have been looking at my phone,” they both revealed simultaneously before surprise caused their foreheads to crease, their eyebrows to rise, and a laugh to explode as though they were twins.
“I’m sorry.” The woman looked at her feet. “I’m Rachel.” She thrust her hand forward, and he clutched it like a hiker grasping a sturdy branch in a storm.
“Harry.”
“I know.”
Following her pronouncement, they both stood awkwardly for a moment before Rachel shifted to the side. “Your baguettes seem to have escaped.” While she gathered them, Harry stepped to the bicycle, lifting it to its appropriate position and checking to be sure it hadn’t been harmed and was still streetworthy. Luckily, these rentals were built to withstand the worst possible collisions.
“Thank you.” His response when she put the baguettes back into his bicycle basket was perfunctory, but then he tilted his head.
Everything before then had been a blur, but now he could see her clearly. Rachel was a petite woman with a vibrant personality that belied her small stature. Her dark, curly hair framed her face in soft tendrils, and her full figure added a touch of voluptuousness to her overall appearance. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with intelligence and mischief, inviting others to delve into her world.
“You were heading somewhere in a hurry.” The statement rose at the end like a question.
“Yes, one of my students – he’s playing footie today, and I promised I’d come watch him, but I’m afraid I’ll miss him if I don’t hurry along.” She adjusted her bag across her body, fumbling her phone. “Please don’t think I’m rude. If this were any other day and I had run into the famous Harry Styles, I’d be much more effusive. It’s just that…” She began walking along, talking to him over her shoulder, “I’ve been trying to get this kid on my side for ages now, and football is the only thing that matters to him. Maybe we’ll run into each other another time!”
She waved over her shoulder as she walked away, kicking herself for having missed her chance to chat with the popstar. But she’d been regretting her inability to develop a relationship with Josiah for weeks. He was more important at that moment.
Watching her walk away, Harry realised he might never have another opportunity to talk to her again. He cursed under his breath before following behind her on the bike. When he caught up, he dismounted and walked alongside her.
“That’s really kind of you,” he commented.
She jumped and twisted her body to him, a frown creasing her brow. “What is? And why are you following me?”
“I like footie,” he shrugged. “And it’s really kind that you’re willing to go see your student practise so you can connect with him.”
“Well, he’s a bit of a terror,” she laughed, glancing at the time on her phone.
“Oh, no!” Harry exclaimed, “I broke your phone.”
“Huh?” She examined the phone with its cracked screen and then a guffaw left her body, the sound one of pure joy, making Harry’s heart happy. “No, my phone has been broken since last spring when last year’s terror took it off my desk and threw it from the top of the playground play structure.”
“But how do you see everything with that giant spider’s web of cracks on it?” He was sincerely bemused.
“You can get used to anything when you haven’t the money to replace something just because it’s broken.”
“But couldn’t you get the screen replaced?”
“Probably,” she revealed, crossing the street at the zebra crossing to get to the practice field. “But there’s never any time to take it anywhere. I’ll just wait until my next paycheck. Then I can put a downpayment on a new one.”
“Oh.”
She was scurrying a bit faster now that they were close to the field, and her breaths became more laboured. “I’m going to be late. I hope I don’t miss everything.”
Harry couldn’t believe that her short legs could move so quickly, and he had to lengthen his stride to keep up with her as she turned into the park where parents and children were gathered. Standing on the sidelines, Rachel covered her eyes and searched the boys on the pitch.
“There he is!” Excitedly, she pointed to a young man of about 10 years of age. “Josiah!” Jumping up and down, she waved until he looked over to her.
For a brief moment, his face reflected happiness, but then he waved her off as he turned back to his friends. Harry slumped in disappointment. He had thought her presence would do the trick, but apparently she was going to have to make a bigger effort.
“Oof, that wasn’t encouraging.”
“What are you talking about?!” She squealed. “He was practically overjoyed to see me. This is indeed a success.”
Confused, Harry watched her face, convinced that perhaps he had the wrong boy in mind, but she followed every move the boy made. She clapped and called his name whenever he caught a pass or blocked someone. When he missed the goal he’d been attempting, Rachel cheered even louder from the sidelines, telling him, “That’s okay, Josiah! You’ll get it next time!” She took photos and videos as though she were the proudest parent.
The boy ignored her for the most part.
Shaking his head, Harry wondered if perhaps she had lost her mind, but he wanted her to be successful in her endeavour so he joined in with her cheers until the practice finally ended, and the boys gathered with their coach.
“Aren’t you going to go talk to him?” Harry wondered as she placed her phone into her bag.
“Goodness, no. That would embarrass him.”
“But…” Helpless and confuddled, Harry watched as she started to walk away. His phone vibrated again, and he glanced at it to spy a message from Gemma saying she wouldn’t be able to come for dinner after all as his niece had gotten her jabs that morning and was finally sleeping.
Well, this afternoon and evening weren’t going as he had planned. Not at all.
“Miss K!” A voice grew closer to them, and Rachel paused before turning.
Harry spotted the beginning of a smile on her face, but she quickly schooled it into a more inquiring expression. “Yes, Josiah?”
He threw his muddy arms around her, “Thank you for coming.” With the words and hug complete, the boy turned and immediately scampered away.
Rachel’s face was shining with a mixture of pleasure and tears. She blinked, then focused on Harry. “Definitely not a wasted trip. It was a treat to meet you, Harry, despite the circumstances. Thanks for joining me at the game.”
No, no, no. She wasn’t getting away that easily.
“The pleasure was all mine, Rachel.”
Hearing his voice say her name tripled the tingles she felt as a result of Josiah’s actions towards her. Tonight she would have to devote two pages to this single day in her journal. Maybe three pages.
As she walked back towards the school, she was surprised to find Harry pushing the bicycle next to her once more. Well, it was a free country. He hadn’t harmed her, and he was not a threat of any sort, so she allowed it.
“Your fit got dirty,” Harry pointed out.
“Small price to pay. It will wash out.”
As they returned to the footpath next to her, pushing the bicycle with its sad baguettes still in the basket, Rachel paused. “You’re still here.”
“Oh. Uh…” Stumped, Harry couldn’t articulate what he was thinking. Finally, he simply allowed the words to flow slowly from his mouth as he considered what he wanted, “I, uh, wondered if…you see, my sister was supposed to bring my, uh, niece, for, you know, dinner tonight. Um, I had planned to make, uh, homemade pasta and sauce for them. Hence the, uh…” His gesture encompassed the baguettes. “How would you, uh, feel about, um, joining me?”
Gulping, Rachel could not believe what she was hearing. Her? Going to the actual house of Harry? Surely he misspoke.
“You mean, you’d like to take me out to dinner?”
He pulled on his lip with his free hand. “Not exactly, uh, cause that would, um, make people, like, um, speculate. But I am planning to, uh, you know, cook tonight. From my, uh, garden.”
Sharply, Rachel glanced at him. Was he some sort of pervert? Wouldn’t she have heard by now if he were a freak who invited women to his home and then skinned them alive or something? Then again, what did she have to lose other than her life?
“Sure,” she smiled. A banner day, for sure. Not only had she made progress with Josiah, which had been her primary goal – well, she also seemed to have made progress with another guy after a long, dry spell.
Harry moved the baguettes to his arms, abandoning the rental bike so that he could walk alongside this charming woman. This night would be just as awesome as if it had gone as planned. Maybe even better?
#harry styles#my writing#harry styles fanfiction#original writing#harry styles meet cute#harry styles imagine#there will be no additional parts#it's solely the meet cute#I hope you enjoy
53 notes
·
View notes
Note
I have a friend in the midwest who's looking for a political org and i was wondering if you could you offer some advice. Are there qualities you would look for in an org that would make you feel like, okay, these are people I can work with?
Yea! I think there’s a ton of variation and it depends on what kinds of work they like to do or want to learn to do. I’d be happy to talk to them directly about their city.
As a materialist, I sort of think any group or org can be worth trying—doing so gives you a sense of the conditions and things to learn, and helps you follow where people are, which is the best way to learn about a new place you live. Always join stuff, you can always stop going if you don’t like it, never try to start something from scratch until you’ve been going to stuff for a long time (unless that something is a union in your workplace :p). Your friend should just trust their instincts but be open to learning from others, honor their time/energy/boundaries, and watch out for red flag orgs that don’t respect boundaries and don’t allow members to vocalize concerns or bring ideas to the table. I think that’s the key line.
For me personally, I am only interested in deep involvement with democratically organized groups that are not primarily concerned with providing service to people who are mostly non members. I definitely respect and work with these kinds of orgs all the time, but it’s not where my organizing energy goes — I am not a mutual aid person, but your friend might be! Examples of groups locally that I like and work with and would trust as a model are food not bombs style mutual aid as well as some urban farm style stuff (some of which can be soooo fashy but some i like here!), syringe access and harm reduction, eviction defense and other anti carceral rapid response. I do work with abortion funds and infinitely recommend anybody who can stomach it do the same (they can reach out to me for info on their local funds). I’ve been doing stuff around parent/childcare/repro and I would strongly advise to tread carefully there given the entrenchment of socially conservative religious actors. Just stay vigilant and research. Antifascist style orgs are also very interesting, frustrating, messy, frequently dangerous, occasionally surprisingly fascist, and presently useful—look into them but be thoughtful.
Questions to ask, many of which especially apply to mutual aid style groups: is there a leadership structure, and if so, how do leaders become leaders? Is there a board of directors? Who is on it? Do we have money, and if so, where does it come from, who decides how we use it, and what is its legal status? Who decides what work we do and how? Do I as a participant have a vote, the potential to run for leadership, or the right to propose work or organizational ideas? How does this group conceptualize the relationship between me, the community at large, the people we focus on, and people in other places? What other orgs do they seem to be connected to? Is anyone paid staff, and if so, what are their working conditions and how do they relate to the non paid staff? What does this org have on paper, online, etc.? What kind of safety or security norms do they have? Do they have a procedure for handling violence or just mundane conflict between participants? How are everyday decisions handled? None of my judgments relate to an assessment of the people themselves, per se—which is NOT to say I don’t make those judgements lol.
Many different responses to the above are valid depending on the work, and not having clear answers doesn’t mean that an org is bad, especially if it’s open to development. Having said that, again, I only organize with groups that give me a vote. And I think everyone should consider that guide.
My pitch for joining DSA if you have a chapter is that it has the best answers to the above compared to anyone else. It has the most things you can do as a beginner, the widest variety, and the best opportunities to grow yourself as an organizer, and it’s the biggest leftist organization in blah blah you’ve heard it. I strongly recommend not getting too involved with small communist leftist factionalist orgs (I won’t name them here), but there are a million exceptions, especially in cities like Chicago and Minneapolis with long deep weird histories. And no need to hate on them, either. If some communist league seems to be really doing something and not uhhh openly trafficking people or something lol, go off. (Where I live this is the case on campus!) The other exception is the IWW. It’s always fine to join the IWW, especially for labor, and there really are a handful of cities where the IWW is effective and the place to do rank and file labor work (and mostly those are in the midwest!) In many more cases the IWW is a sad little thing but it’s our duty to be nice to them.
In conclusion “make you feel like you wanna work with them” is complicated—I’m a hater, and do not enjoy the company of most of these people, or in fact even the masses in general. You have to find your own balance, which requires pushing yourself out of your comfort zone for a little while, and see how the org reacts. But ultimately, you don’t need to want to work with the people—you need an org that is productive and moves by creating conditions for people to work together regardless of whether they like each other. Fundamental premise of socialism and communism specifically, and it’s what sets us apart from tendencies on the right and common versions of certain tendencies on the left whomst I won’t name. My #1 advice is always to avoid any group whose mission is based on affinity and friendship between its members. (But if you make friends with them, go off)
23 notes
·
View notes
Note
You are my favorite Andorian poster, no doubt. I was wondering..... what do you think education/parenting and overall childcare are like for Andorians? how do you think all four parental figures would take care of them? Would it be some big co-parenting thing, or would they not all be involved? Do Andorian kids get bounced around their thaan, shen, chan, and zhen like hot potatoes? XD
Aww, thank you, Anon! <3
This ended up being a little on the longer side, so I'm gonna put a read-more cut here.
So, education is standardized across Andorian territory. All children from age 4 to 18 are required to attend school starting with partial days in what is effectively kindergarten for socialization and motor skill development and eventually progressing to 12 hour days, plus about and hour and thirty minutes' worth of breaks for meals broken up amongst those schooling hours. (Remember, Andorians function on a 36 hour day, not a 24 hour one. A twelve hour period is only a third of the day, for them.) This gives parents a reasonable amount of time and space to work or look after younger children as needed.
Andorian education is a little more involved than what Terrans are typically used to. Even from as young as four years old, Andorians are being assessed for various roles that they might best be suited to for future careers. Children who display aptitudes early on are encouraged to pursue them, with resources readily provided and extracurricular opportunities presented. Children who are late bloomers in this department are encouraged to explore as many skills and creative outlets as possible to help them find an aspiration. This is all in addition to the basic, standard education all Andorians receive regardless of aspirations - or lack thereof.
Furthermore, Andorian schools sport robust extracurricular programs ranging from book clubs to martial arts to cooking classes, and all students are required to pick at least one to participate in.
Another quirk of the Andorian system is that there is very little in the way of homework. Work assignments are intended to be completed in class, as it's strongly believed that failure to understand the course material and then taking work home to cement those misunderstandings can only be detrimental to a student. It is for this reason that Andorian classes are divided into two parts - lecture during which students go over the course material with their instructors and ask questions, and the lab portion, during which students work alone or in groups to complete coursework with the instructor on hand to assist. Many Terrans note that these classes resemble university-style courses, and in fact Andorian universities continue with this format, since there's no reason to 'fix' something that is already working well.
For parents who need to work longer shifts and are unable to personally look after their children during the gap between their school hours and the parents' work shift, family is usually the first resource utilized. Andorian Clans, or keths, are deeply invested in looking after the youngest generation and there is rarely a shortage or relatives to mind the kids for at least part of the day. Many teenagers are also recruited to help out with younger cousins, as Andorians feel that it helps reinforce extended familial bonds. Additionally, the Clan Leader (and spouses) generally make a point of being available whenever they can to take over childcare. This has a number of purposes, in that it allows the Clan Leader to be enmeshed in the goings on of the entire Clan while providing a valuable service, and it also allows the Clan Leader to form familial bonds with the children of the Clan.
Sometimes, the parents can arrange their work schedules so that every parent takes a day to spend with the children and then swaps with the next parent the following day, and the next the following day, and so on. It becomes a rotating schedule of sorts. Not every job can accommodate this, but it's common enough amongst Andorians.
The prospect of handing one's children off to total strangers is appalling to Andorians, who are in turn horrified to find that this is a common Terran practice. One's children are the future of the Clan - thus, only the Clan can be trusted with their safety. I believe I touched upon this in another post, so I'll leave it there. As for who actually does the childrearing... that depends. Some quads are all enthusiastic parents, and all of them take very active roles in their children's upbringing and homelife. Sometimes, only half the quad wishes to have children at that point in time, and the other bonded couple ends up being more tangential to the children's lives until the kids grow up enough to hold a conversation with. Usually, in this latter example's case, the other bonded couple will provide support, handle chores and such, but be less active in the actual childrearing aspects of things unless the children directly engage them.
Other times, children are desired but most, if not all, of the quad have extremely demanding jobs and cannot simply step away for any real length of time. Career-focused parents like the aforementioned are a little controversial amongst Andorians, as some feel that it is unfair to the children to have so little access to their parents, but society and the demands it places upon adult Andorians in general are slowly softening to the idea. To be honest, though, these are only some examples of possibilities within a quad. Andorians are as varied as Humans, after all, and every permutation under the sun can exist for how quads arrange themselves around children and childcare.
In Shral's case, for example, all of his parents were involved but the parents actively serving in the Imperial Guard were not always able to step away to spend time with the kids.
Meanwhile, Thelen's parents were very much career-focused, and Thelen spent a great deal of time with his cousins and extended family during his childhood.
Vrath, by comparison, was doted on by all four of her parents full-time, to the point where Vrath's birth-mother would bring the baby to work with her rather than leave her behind.
I think that about covers it! Hope this answered everything!
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Remus/Sirius Fluff Masterlist | Works With 5-10k Words
find the full masterlist directory here
last updated: 09/17/24 | links last checked: 09/17/24
A Piece of the Aftermath (Series) by Snromance [M, 7k]
Sirius didn't chase after Peter after finding James, Lily and Harry at Godric's Hollow. Instead, he picked up Harry, contacted Remus (as he was out of the country) and moved them out of the magic public's eye. The two of them then attempt to raise Harry to the best of their abilities whilst attempting to deal with the emotional problems that come with trying to raise a kid with no experience, a relationship, and dealing with what part they all played in the death of James and Lily.
*Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [M, 5k]
Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?
Burns Night by Thistlerose [M, 6k]
Blackmail, kilts, food art, public sex, and poetry. Some national holidays are more fun than others. (This fic is part of the midnight conversations timeline by Thistlerose. I recommend reading this after Midnight Conversations #1, Thicker than Blood, and A Meeting of Strangers.)
*Colours by LuminousGloom [E, 8k]
Today is their anniversary. It’s the first time Sirius has remembered it, since Azkaban. He decides to mark the occasion.
*Connection Concoction by Ineffabilitea [T, 5k]
In which Peter plays a prank which backfires, James's favorite colour is pink, Snape snorts, and Remus and Sirius are immune to feminine wiles. (Follows Snogging Nog and Stripping Solution)
*Empty Houses by bigblackdog [E, 6k]
Remus, I’ve been at Grimmauld all week. I’m not selling it. I went back to look for the letters. I assumed they had been lost but when I was pardoned I learned they sent my things to my mother at Grimmauld. Turns out she didn’t burn them on sight. Found my leather jacket. All our records were broken. And all our letters were safe. The spells I’d put on the box to keep James and Peter out at Hogwarts were still on. I’d forgotten and all my hair felt out when I opened it. (podfic available)
*Flour Babies, or: Remus Lupin, Risk Assessment Co-ordinator and Occasional Voice of Reason by jellybeany [Not Rated, 7k]
“What’s carrying a bag of flour around all day for a term supposed to teach us about parenting, I ask you?” The one where the Marauders have to take care of flour babies - or at least, not completely destroy them. James is trying to impress Lily, Sirius has a problem with his backside, and Remus is, as always, trying not to flunk. And he's dreadfully in love with his best friend.
Lay Your Hands on Me by pansexuall [E, 8k]
In which Sirius really likes trying out new hairstyles over the years and Remus really can't concentrate on much else, to be honest. This fic features reckless and impulsive teenage boys, classic Marauders-style banter, a low-key overdramatic Remus, and falling in love with close friends. Or, alternatively: Three times Remus really wanted to touch Sirius' hair and one time he actually did.
*long live all the magic we made by howisbucky [G, 5k]
in which sirius and remus don’t let dumbledore send harry off to the dursley’s and raise him themselves. “until the end, right pads?” “until the very end, moons.” aka snippets of how the harry potter series should have been.
Make Moony Smile by LadyAmina [T, 5k]
It begins with the innocent intention to Make Moony Smile and spirals into friendship chaos from there. When Remus seems down, James and Peter try their best to cheer him up. Remus has his own agenda.
Matchmakers by Minnow_53 [T, 5k]
James and Lily are determined to get Remus and Sirius together. So Remus and Sirius keep finding themselves alone with each other.
Moonlight On Your Skin by orphan_account [G, 7k]
Sirius visits his brother and gets a tattoo. After watching the process, Remus asks Sirius to design something for him to help cover his scars. Only Sirius can make Remus feel this beautiful. "As they passed by the now-closed bookshop, Sirius stopped Remus and pushed him against the wall. “Do you really like it?” Remus brushed a hand down his torso, feeling the plastic and the raised skin under it. “No. I love it, Sirius. It’s…it’s you. And it’s me. It’s everything.” Sirius’ grin, Remus swore, could light the street if he let it. “You’re so lovely. I can’t get over it, Remus.” (Sequel to Ocean of Fiction Blue)
my eyes adored you by moony_andthe_stars [T, 5k]
“Well that’s bullshit,” he declared, “I bet Moony has plenty of prospects. People would be stupid not to like him.” James and Peter nodded in agreement. “I mean, he’s smart, and witty, and he’s tall!” Sirius continued. “And not to mention, he’s, you know-” Sirius gestured towards Remus and turned in his seat to look at him. Time seemed to slow down for a moment. Remus had his chin propped up in his hand, lazily skimming the text in front of him. The evening light came streaming from the window making Remus glow golden, a halo forming around his curls. His eyebrows were drawn, pulling at the scar that went through his left one. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and Sirius was suddenly struck by the fact that Remus was- “-bloody gorgeous.” --or-- Sirius is suddenly struck by how beautiful his best friend is
*Of Comets and Counter-Examples by Woldy [T, 5k]
If the past is a foreign country, can travel help to resolve a troubled history? Dumbledore assigns Remus and Sirius a mission to explore three European cities, or perhaps to find each other. (podfic available)
Of Envelope Glue, Twitching, & Two Percent Chances by xxanglophilexx [T, 7k]
At 8:10 am on April 13, 1976, Sirius Black will realize that Remus Lupin fancies him. And if Remus stops twitching and remembers to breathe long enough to have a proper conversation, he may realize something, too. (pdf & e-book files available)
*Out of the Ground by adistantsun [T, 7k]
"This week, Sirius Black heads to Chichester harbour, where the Time Turners are investigating a vanishing island, first spelled in the Early Roman period. Popular nowadays with entomologists and Extreme Hide and Seekers, could there be evidence this swampy backwater was once a thriving commercial port, trading magical wares all over the Mediterranean?" Or, the Time Team AU where Voldemort never existed, the Wizarding world borrows liberally from the Muggle, and everyone loves archaeology!
*Parasitic Plants and Moping Marauders by mrs_jack_turner, myprettycabinet [T, 8k]
Two weeks alone with Remus in the comfort of the Gryffindor Tower and Sirius has decided it’s the perfect time to let Remus in on how he feels about him. Unfortunately, it appears he isn’t the only one with that idea.
real life has no appeal by orphan_account [G, 7k]
In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.
*Records and Pickup Lines by Frenchpadfoot, PleaseDonateBlood [G, 5k]
Hipster Remus works in a classy records shop in bustling Soho and punk rock Sirius has a late lunch break and needs a record. We all know where this is going.
Sight of the Stars by orphan_account [M, 8k]
Remus Lupin had always been blind, but when presented with the opportunity to have his sight restored through a corneal transplant, he's not sure he wants to go through with it. Sirius reminds him that whatever he chooses, there's nothing that can break them apart.
*That Summer Was Good to Us by MoonCat457 [T, 8k]
Summers in Wales were ideal. Sunny, windy, warm without being sweltering… and the perfect time for Remus and Sirius to explore the feelings they’ve been dancing around for the better part of a year.
The Blood Blistering Brew by Deena [T, 7k]
Sirius is an arrogant berk and Remus is complete pants at Potions. (pdf & e-book files available)
*The Importance of Being Sirius by dogsunderfoot [T, 8k]
Remus Lupin, a simple Literature teacher has to deal with Sirius Black, a History teacher with an unorthodox (and noisy) teaching style.
The Smartest Idiot in Hogwarts by darkestlordsaroon [E, 5k]
Sirius has spent all year being distracted by Remus and trying to deny it. What he'd never imagined was that Remus has been doing the exact same thing.
*There Isn’t a Word for What We’ve Got by mutuisanimis [T, 7k]
Five people who misunderstood Sirius’ relationship with Remus and one two who didn’t. (translation available in Русский (ficbook))
They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [G, 5k]
Hospital receptionist, Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.
Textually Yours by Jencala & jlpierre [M, 9k]
4:43 pm: Oi! no making fun of the hair 4:44 pm: i don't seem to recall you complaining when you were fisting it the other night ;-) 4:45 pm: Fuckinf Christ! 4:46 pm: **Fucking. 4:46 pm: *embarrassed face* 4:47 pm: no need to be embarrassed Moonshine. You like what you like 4:48 pm: and you like me and my talented mouth ;-)
*denotes personal favorite
#wolfstar#remus/sirius#sirius/remus#wolfstar fic rec masterlist#wolfstar fic rec#hp fic rec masterlist#fluff#fluff fic rec masterlist#wolfstar fluff fic rec masterlist#5 to 10k words#short wolfstar fluff fic rec masterlist#short wolfstar fic rec masterlist#short fluff fic rec masterlist#short fic rec masterlist
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Blake 'only child' Belladonna suddenly finds herself with three new siblings
In my previous post, I talked about some headcanons I have fer the ship Snowleopard regarding how the parents would interact with the kids. Now, it's time to unleash some ideas I got fer how Blake and the Schneeblings would interact if their parents dated in a super healthy bi4bi4bi pilfish polycule, or as I like to call it, Bellaschneebling headcanon time >:)))
-First and foremost, poly pilfs = endless potential fer never before seen Winter and Blake shenanigans
-Can y'all imagine Winter acting 'weird' towards Blake- appearing outta nowhere to give advice like 'your form would be better if you did xyz' or randomly giving Blake water bottles throughout the day or glaring at strangers and being super tensed and serious when they're out in town together in an otherwise chill walk to meet up with the others- and when Blake goes to Weiss outta concern and explaining the situation Weiss is like, "Oh! Oh my dust! Blake, do you know what this means???"
"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you for help right now."
"Blake, my sister officially sees you as her own younger sibling!"
"Are, are you sure?"
"I'm positive! Winter is not the most conventional when it comes to showing it, but she really does care in her own way. When she gives you criticism, it's because she knows you can do better and she wants you to the best you can possibly be. The water thing is something she used to do for Whitley and I growing up, I've always believed it because she picked it up from Klein that making sure people stay hydrated is a form of love. The glaring thing is probably because people were staring at your ears, I know I do it all the time."
"...Excuse I think I need to lie down and cry a little."
-No because fer real it's so funny to think that the once snobbish Schneeblings are all ready to throw absolute h a n d s fer their new Faunus sister like, "Oh, you're a racist prick? Whitley, please call a paramedic because-" *gets into summoning form where Arma Gigas launches Winter at the asshole*
-Meanwhile instead of calling for medical staff to clean up the bloodbath that's about to ensue Whitley's just typing away on his scroll doxxing the shit outta the racist asshole's worst secrets and wow Blake feels so loved right now, like, kinda concerned, but very loved right now
-Anyways, it's funny to joke about Winter scolding Blake when she learns about her terrorist past, but overall after her growth in V8 I think she'd be more like, "While I still don't approve most of the stunts you pulled as a vigilante child, stealing from the hyper-exploiting SDC is... fairly understandable."
-After clearing the air about Blake's past, we get Winter being lowkey protective of Blake bc MANNN does that Eldest Daughter Older Sister Instinct ™ go crazyyyy sometimes like this shit does not discriminate. Winter sees a new younger sibling figure and BAM she's already taking the young Belladonna heir under her wing
-Blake has no idea how to handle having an older sibling figure looking out fer her because she grew up as an independent only child who could only count on herself. To make matters worse it's the eldest Schnee she was never personally close to now, uh, giving her almost backhanded compliments as advice fer fixing her form, suddenly popping up asking Blake if she's ate yet, small lectures on the importance of a balanced diet and how important it is that she takes care of herself, etc etc
-In the end, Blake can tell Weiss was right and these random interactions from Winter come from a genuine place of care and she's honestly super honored to be accepted as a younger sibling to the stern woman
-At one point, Winter asks Blake to spar with her because she wants to study her newest sibling's fighting style up close and personal and therefore assess any weaknesses she should strengthen. At first Winter's like "Oh she's mainly a sword user I'm an expert on swords alright I have a foundation on how to fight her" but then Blake switches over to chain scythe gun mode with her cleaver sheather in the other hand (see black trailer) and suddenly all that goes OUT THE WINDOW OKAY DANG
-I personally headcannon that Winter never really got to see Blake go all out in her fighting, and since Blake really wants to impress her new older sister she pulls out her best moves and tricks and Winter is really impressed!!! She still beats Blake bc she's a master huntsman with tonnnss of experience (not to mention maiden powers giving her boosted strength and endurance) but man she has never fought someone like her new sister before!! She's so!!! Versatile!! Especially with those dust infused clones that kept her guessing
-Winter doesn't outright say it but Blake can tell she's proud of her new sibling from that prideful glint in her eyes and wow okay is this how Ruby feels everytime Yang praises her because this feeling is GREAT
-Speaking of Yang, she teases Blake relentlessly at her becoming Winter's new target of Eldest Sister Protectiveness™ and Ruby joins in like, "Get used to it, Blake, trust me I'm the expert younger sibling here."
"Hey!!! I'm not as weird about it as Winter is!!"
"Uhhh huhh- WHA YANG AKFMAKFKQK!!"
-As Winter and Blake watch the Xiao Long-Rose sisters wrestle on the ground, the eldest Schnee daughter turns to her newest sibling and says, "While I accept you as my family, I don't believe our dynamic will ever reach that... level."
"Oh, agreed."
-Yang and Blake both being sisters to Weiss through relationships because I am a filthy, filthy Whiterose shipper. When the parents first told the gang that they were dating, Yang was like, "HAH! Sorry Blake, but imagine being a sister to the ice queen herself!" to which Blake just replied, "Uh, Yang..." and tosses a pointing thumb over to where Ruby is hugging and comforting a confused as all fuck Weiss with forehead kisses and everything and Yang is just like, "Damn, you got me there."
-(Weiss did come around to adoring the Pilfadonnas pretty quickly but she was just so confused and shocked at first like weiss.exe isn't working like my girl bluescreened so hard so just give her a minute to process please and thank you)
-What I'm saying is can we get Yang antagonizing Weiss on TWO (2!) separate fronts? "Hey you're dating my baby sister" shovel talk type shenanigans only turn around with such a shiteating grin that only "Hey I'm dating your sister and there's nothing you can do about it" bullshit can pull? Please? Suffering Weiss™ forever and ever
-But know what's better than Suffering Weiss™? Suffering Weiss™ AND Suffering Winter™ babbbyyy :DDD!!
-I really need Robyn teasing the utter shit outta Winter at how quickly she got attached to Blake in an Older Sister Must Protect™ way shortly after learning of her mother's relationship with Blake's parents. Why, you may ask? Because I am also filthy, filthy Schneewood Forest trash who is going to insert my Schneewood Forest Reconnecting Exes AU into any Winter related thing I can
-To add to the Suffering Schneeisters Agenda™, we're going to move on to the Whitley and Blake potential in my Snowleopard rotted brain
-At first, Whitley is 'testing' Blake to see if she's worthy as a sister (he's actually just being a little shit and already knows of Blake's many merits) and Weiss is telling him to knock it off because bro is borderline ANTAGONIZING her to see what he can get away with
-But then it's like oh damn are those ninja moves are actually cool as fuck okay yeah she's defo waayyy cooler than his other sibs and next thing you know Whitley is very publicly announcing Blake as his new favorite sister by far just to mess with Weiss and Winter and see their reaction
-They know he's just being a little shit and they roll their eyes and say, "I'm glad you're finally warming up to Blake as a sister" but like, deep down they're grumbling, "I could do those cool ninja flips too.. probably..."
-Just like how her token only child ass isn't used to the protective care of an older sibling, Blake isn't used to the lowkey hero worship that comes with a younger sibling looking up to her. It's a strange feeling at first, and takes a bit to get used to, but in no way bad. Whitley tries to act all above it all at first, but Blake easily catches the way his eyes sparkle when she recounts her White Fang adventures to him and finds herself rather fond of the younger boy since he's finally letting go of his old snobbish ways and shaping into a good kid. Yang is just so proud of her girlfriend and says, "Yeah, it's quite a bit of pressure to live up to their expectations of you, but that feeling of wanting to try for them anyways never really goes away."
-Once Whitley lets himself relax around Blake he actually comes up with epic prank ideas involving her clone semblance and oh my god bro they're absolute menaces together because let the kids be KIDS your honor
-Suffering Weiss™ is at an all time high especially when Yang joins in on the fun because she'll never miss out on an opportunity to flex her title as the CEO of Suffering Weiss™ Instigation
-Suffering shenanigans aside I think Blake would be a really good influence fer Whitley. He'd be super open to Blake's suggestions/guidance on how to use the SDC resources he's now in control of and together they can work on ways to help better the Faunus who have been exploited by the SDC fer so long
-Family bonding where Blake makes and pours some tea fer the Schneeblings, and she nonchalantly mentions how this tea recipe is the one she grew up with and often shared with her family and how some of her happiest childhood memories are laced with the warmth of this special tea and casually says, "I'm just so happy that I can make new memories with my new family- are you guys okay?!"
-No the Schneeblings aren't all in various state of Big Emotions right now whattttt (Weiss has tears in her eyes and a shaky smile, Winter is turned away staring at a random wall with her jaw visibly clenched, Whitley is trembling a little tryna process all of this because for so long he was alone and isolated)
-We all been knew that Weiss would not hesitate to kill fer Blake but it took Winter and Whitley like .2 seconds to throw themselves onto that same train once they really got to know her, making Blake Belladonna prolly one of the most protected people in all of Remnant (she's got all three of the Schneeblings and everything that the SDC can provide, her badass parents with all of Menagerie at their beck and call, the rest of her friends who are formidable warriors like Xiao Long-Rose sisters, JNR, Qrow, etc etc etc)
-In conclusion, the Bellaschneeblings have my whole entire heart and I hope y'all love 'em too, I'll prolly post more headcanons of 'em when I can :DD!!
#im sorry but can u tell i fucken love using ™#its so fun okay!!! sue me!!!#anyways the bellascheeblings are sososososoo important to me as im sure yall can tell#snowleopard means that team rwby is a pair of sisters all fighting together and I think that's pretty bomb#but u know whats even better?? unexpected as fuck yet wholesome as hell bonds between blake and the schnee kids#please please PLEASE feel free to add your own headcanons if yall got any#rwby#rwby snow leopard#bellaschneeblings#pilfadonnas#<- these two terms are gonna be my legacy i swear to the gods#schneeblings#bumbleby#whiterose#schneewood forest#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#weiss schnee#ruby rose#winter schnee#robyn hill#whitley schnee#willow schnee#ghira belladonna#kali belladonna#rwby snowleopard
109 notes
·
View notes
Text
baby had his four-month vaccines today and did very well! some betrayed screaming (he looks so much like my italian grandmother when he's furious it's kind of hilarious) but he always returns pretty easily to equilibrium if you cuddle him a bit. chill little dude! i love that little guy.
he is napping now and i should be doing student work but instead i am going to do some reflective journaling about Parenting. i have not been writing about Parenting very much in My Public Diary for a number of reasons and i thought it might be useful to write through that hesitation a bit.
liz and i have talked a lot about how we imagine the emotional experience of parenting is going to feel a lot like the emotional experience of teaching. (bear with me on this tangent as i promise it circles back.) teaching is one of the best, most rewarding, most purposeful forms of work in the world, but you really earn the emotional highs through facing the extreme emotional lows lol. in teaching, you get very little external feedback on how you are doing. you have to trust your gut a lot and figure things out on the fly in the absence of genuinely helpful institutional support. you make a lot of mistakes (sometimes quite big ones) and you feel stupid and guilty about those mistakes (sometimes for years!). teaching feels intensely personal, both because you pour a ton of your own personality into it and because kids' reactions to their classroom experience are often framed as reactions to you personally (ie if they hate your rules or the way you do things or the subject matter you are teaching or the way you address disciplinary issues, they are often going to react in ways that feel like: I Hate You, Person Who Embodies The Things I Dislike or Feel Uncomfortable With). as a teacher there are SO many opportunities for public humiliation, in big and small ways. like, you are basically just on stage every day in front of kids who often did not choose to be there and do not always have a strong motivation to give you any positive reinforcement at all lol. also, while sometimes you are lucky and find really supportive teacher communities, you are also sometimes unlucky and find yourself in school environments where other teachers are really critical of each other or hostile to different approaches or so sensitive/defensive about their own work that even talking about teaching strategies together can feel super fraught. oh and also you have to deal with so much cultural NOISE because everyone thinks they can do their job better than you or knows how your job should be done even if they've never set foot in front of a classroom.
so often in teaching you find yourself facing a challenging audience, without much or any institutional support, with minimal external feedback on your work apart from the intensely emotional I Love You!/I Hate You! gut reactions you get from kids, in professional environments where trying to talk openly about your work or others' work can make people real real prickly real fast. this is obviously a skewed-negative framing (there are so many WONDERFUL things about teaching! the challenges are incredibly intellectually stimulating and push you to grow emotionally in ways that few professions do! the relationships you form with kids and with teachers who also genuinely love the work are unbelievably enriching and life-affirming!). but that's the way teaching can feel at its hardest.
i think that parenting, or thinking and talking about parenting, is probably going to feel a LOT like that at times. like, you are going to get LOTS of feedback on your parenting style from your kid... but that feedback is going to often be really personal and emotion-driven, and it will also be delivered by someone whose prefrontal cortex has not finished developing yet. there is no system of performance assessments where you can get feedback from a trusted "colleague" or recognized authority figure. we do not have strong cultural or institutional resources for coaching parents or helping them learn how to parent in more effective ways. and even the definition of "effective" is going to vary HUGELY from parent to parent, since we all choose to center different values in our parenting and to prioritize different life outcomes (just as teachers might choose to prioritize different learning outcomes and so emphasize different things in their work). i assume that parenting is also going to involve managing feelings of humiliation, guilt, shame, etc. at some points (even as it also offers incredible highs!). and of course there is an absolutely overwhelming amount of cultural noise around parenting styles etc especially online... and it's even more fraught than the cultural noise around teaching because at least with teaching the framing isn't "if you don't do exactly what I think is best you are going to permanently scar your child and irreparably damage their prospects in life." and then idk also just hard to talk to other parents about parenting even though i desperately want to! i want to talk these things out with people who are currently navigating similar issues or have just been through the same thing, as well as with people whose children are much older and who have had the time and distance to reflect on their experiences. but it can feel soooooo emotionally vulnerable to talk about your parenting values or your reasoning for doing things, in part because people can get super defensive about their own values or reasoning for doing something, even if you are not criticizing them for doing something differently.
anyway. this is all a long way of saying: i can't make sense of my own lived experiences if i'm not writing my way through them. writing is the way i untangle what i'm feeling and make decisions about how i want to move forward. i am also someone who craves detailed frameworks or mental schemas for what i'm doing. i don't want rigid rules, but i do want to have a loose, flexible mental framework that guides my decision-making. i want to think about the big questions a lot when i'm in a calm reflective headspace so that when i'm under immense pressure or in an emotionally fraught situation i can try to make choices that aren't just knee-jerk reactions but are aligned with the bigger-picture values and longer-term outcomes that matter to me. i also find a lot of value in documenting where my head and heart are at in a particular moment, even if i acknowledge that my thinking about things will evolve over time as i have new experiences or learn new things.
long circular way of getting to the question: why do i fear writing about parenting online? short answer:
I'm afraid of feeling judged!
I'm afraid of coming off as naive/stupid! I feel like so much of our cultural rhetoric around parenting is like, "you think being PREGNANT is hard? try having a NEWBORN! you think having a NEWBORN is hard? try having a TODDLER! you think having a TODDLER is hard? try having a PRETEEN. you think having a PRETEEN is hard? well you're gonna HATE how SHITTY and OVERWHELMED and INADEQUATE you feel when you have a TEENAGER!!!" and so on forever and ever. there's so little generosity or empathetic curiosity in the way we talk to & about parents or people who want to be parents. some of that is true! you can't really know something until you've lived it yourself, and idk, a lot of it IS hard. but i think often the way we talk to each other about parenting, or the way people talk to new parents in particular about parenting, gets kinda clouded by our emotional defensiveness around parenting and the general negativity with which we speak about parenting.
I'm afraid of making other people feel judged if I do things differently than they do or if I seem to be having an easier time with a particular stage.
however! here are some counterpoints:
people will judge you for anything and everything. who cares! i also think that carving out space for sustained reflection around parenting is going to help me feel more secure in my choices and therefore less scared about being judged. if i know why i am doing things and feel reasonably confident in my choices, i am less vulnerable to being emotionally buffeted around by the general cultural noise or other people's strong opinions.
feeling scared of looking stupid/naive/inexperienced is suuuch a core fear of mine lol. i really relish feeling competent and having others perceive me as competent. but this core fear is also a core thing i want to work on in myself. learning how to do something new (especially when the stakes feel so high!!) is hard, messy, vulnerable work. all learners entering a new sphere of knowledge bring with them preconceptions that will seem ill-founded or incomplete to more experienced practitioners. totally normal. totally not something to be embarrassed about. the goal is not to get it exactly right & be an expert the first time you try something. the goal is to be engaged in a lifelong process of learning, trying, reflecting, reconsidering, trying again, evaluating other approaches or perspectives, etc etc. i am sure that i will often write about parenting in the self-assured, know-it-all tones of a novice learner who's absorbed just enough to be really stupid about it lol. but life will teach me. i will learn to moderate my positions, to reconsider certainties i held sacrosanct, and to respect ways of addressing challenges that are very different from my own. but you can't do that from the sidelines or from that relentlessly bird's eye view/meta mode i love to inhabit. you gotta get in there and live it. gotta look like a dumbass in front of people and then get over yourself and become less of a dumbass in time. no way but through.
lastly, re: not wanting to make other people feel judged: I can't control how other people react to me! I can take care to try to be less of a serenely self-assured dumbass (lol) and to write about my own parenting choices in ways that communicate respect for other people's choices. but people can also just choose to not engage with stuff that isn't for them. or they can gently push back on what i say if that's important to them to see other perspectives acknowledged. that's ok! that's great.
idk. this is getting quite long! but as always, it was helpful for me to write through it -- and i guess maybe also helpful to give a sort of upfront disclaimer: I'm going to be writing a lot about parenting, probably for a while, because I find it endlessly interesting to think about and because this is the dedicated space where I think out loud about stuff. I'm going to be learning and reevaluating the way I think about different aspects of parenting as I go, and I'm going to give myself the space and grace to change my mind as I learn more and have new experiences. my decisions and reflections are specific to my life, my beliefs, and my context and are not meant to be generalized judgments on the "best" way to parent. they're just my choices. but also, inevitably, thinking about my personal decisions will involve thinking about the parenting cultures in which I am immersed and reflecting on why I might want to do things differently or develop different frameworks. so yeah. here we go! more to come but i really gotta get some work done before this baby wakes up.
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Career counselling certification in India#Psychometric test for career counselling#Best Parenting Style Assessment#Career Assessment Test India
0 notes
Text
How to Set Overprotective PIMI Parents at Ease when they are Concerned about your Mental Health Impacting your Relationship with God
This is for all those who have mental illnesses that — despite doing their best to hide them — sometimes show up at inopportune times.
One may not want to seek out emotional support from their parents if they are involved in a religious cult; because their parents may force them to attend more of the very religious things causing or exacerbating their undiagnosed, untreated mental conditions.
If you can relate, this is for you.
Step One: You set the standard of sanity for the entire world.
If your very religious parents sense anything spiritually “wrong” with you; they will present as visibly distressed in a way that is out of character. They may cry, yell, or engage in more physical contact than usual. This may be frightening; but fear not! You can take advantage of it.
You must present more mentally-stable than they are to make them feel they’re overreacting in their assessment of you.
Keep your posture open and confident. Armchairs are your friend; drape yourself in them like a powerful prince and loosely cross your legs. Fully face your body toward them. You have nothing to hide; you are completely earnest.
Be aware of your affect and blunt or flatten it in the way a service or retail worker would when handling an irate customer. Be pleasant. Do not condescend. Opposition will fuel their concern and place you under more pressure.
When they cry, try not to follow. Even if tears do escape your eyes; focus on keeping your voice even over anything. The presentation of your voice is more important than what your face looks like.
In the event you have a vasovagal response due to stress (lightheadedness, nausea, warm tingling in the face, and feeling like you’re about to pass out); IMMEDIATELY sit down and drink some water if you can. Passing out is the worst thing you can do in this situation if you don’t have a medical history of passing out.
Step Two: Uno Reverse
Your parents will likely start on an emotionally-charged rant. This may set you on edge. Keep your composure as best you can and listen attentively.
Anything they say about themselves is fodder, which can be used to switch the focus of the conversation off you, and onto them.
“I’ve failed you.” Object wholeheartedly to this statement. You love them and believe they’re the best parent in the world. They will double down on their claim that they’re horrible and didn’t raise you right; ask them why they feel that way. Listen to their guilt. Console them.
”I’m worried you’re going to leave us.” You’re offended they even thought such an awful thing of you. You’d never leave them because they’re your parent. Why would they ever think that of you?
If they’re clearly suffering from their own issues, say you’ve been concerned about them. Ask them if those issues are why they’ve been so worried all the time.
Basically ask a lot of questions and listen attentively
Step Three: Explain the silliness away.
Your parents wouldn’t be talking to you if they didn’t notice something wrong. Do not even try to deny it; it is impossible and will make you look bad. Instead, use plausible claims in the form of half-truths and lies to excuse your odd behavior.
This will set their suspicions at ease; and show them you are capable of recognizing your triggers, which is a sign of good mental health.
If you are someone who masks a large vocabulary or older style of speaking because it’s “embarrassing,” this is no time to shy away from your true form. Be as articulate as possible when explaining “why” you are the way you are.
Never wait for them to ask questions about your personal life; volunteer the information before they get the chance. Don’t make them work for their information or else they’ll take control of the conversation to pump it out of you by force… which isn’t a good look.
Try not to lie completely if you don’t have to. Use something insignificant that happened to you to explain symptoms of mental illness away. Use two truths to make a lie.
That being said, you can blame literally anything on sensory issues (but don’t call them sensory issues because then it’ll sound like you’re making things up). Say that you’re always in your room because the TV is too loud and gives you headaches. Say that you’re cranky all the time because the lights are too bright. If you actually have sensory issues, you can use your parents’ concern and desire to “help” you to negotiate for an environment that suits your needs.
If sensory issues aren’t plausible for you, both school and work are extremely stressful at times. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched for an overload of work, or an interpersonal conflict to be making you depressed, angry, or anxious.
Psychoanalyze the people around you. Maybe their behavior is partly to blame for your mood.
Alright that’s all I have for now. I need to sleep.
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Arkhelios Adventures
"How have things been with Adam? I feel like he's always too busy to hang out lately. Like, I get wanting to help with coven work, whatever that means, but surely the coven has other people to help out?"
Despina tried not to look too interested in Theo's response. It was the first day of school and already rumours were flying about Adam and Theo's relationship. The two were skittish around each other, and there was nothing teens loved more than relationship drama. Despina didn't have a relationship of her own to gossip about, so any drama between the two overpowered warlocks was riveting.
"He's just busy," Theo replied, trying to downplay the worry that was written all over his face. "Every relationship has ups and downs or so the adults usually say. I've never been in a relationship with anyone but Adam, so I don't really know. My parents cheated on each other a bunch of times, and they're happy, so I don't know. Adam's just moody. I'm sure that once we start getting homework, he'll go back to growing crystals for projects and picking up weird rocks and being himself again."
"Yeah, I guess so," Despina conceded. "Who knew that relationships were so much work? It's tough not having parents to learn from, and while Aunt Edana tries her best to be there for me and Eero, you know how she is."
Theo groaned at the thought of relying on Edana for any kind of emotional or parental support. The woman hated his guts just for existing, and she made no secret of her hatred for Despina's mother.
"Yeah, I know all too well how she feels about me," Theo sighed. "Given how weird she is with her own kids, you probably dodged a bullet without her really in your life. I don't know how healthy an adult she is to be learning about relationships from. Not that my parents are any better. Adam's lucky that he just has the one half-brother. I have at least two half-siblings that were supposed to stay secret and probably a few more, knowing my parents."
"Being a parent at sixteen has to be hard on a relationship," Despina said charitably. "I'll be sixteen this year and I can't even imagine it. I'm sure that your parents did their best."
Theo raised a skeptical eyebrow at her generous assessment of his parents' parenting style.
"My dad is just as crazy as Edana," he stated. "Adam is terrible, I'm going to get pregnant and die if I even think about sex, and if I don't spend every free weekend working in his stupid restaurant for free, then I'm a bad son. He's the one who had an affair with a married queen consort and the reason why I have a baby brother who I also have to take care of for free when I'm home. My other dad used to be terrified of what I could do and spent half of my life wishing that I was normal and trying to somehow lose my powers. Trust me, having parents isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"My parents made my brother and I to sacrifice to dark magic and didn't give a damn about us," Despina shot back. "I think I win the worst parents contest hands down. You're just too close to see how good you have it with your parents."
"Yeah, fair, I guess," Theo conceded. "Your parents are probably the shittiest parents in our entire school, but mine still suck. They hate Adam for no reason and don't trust me at all. Adam's not going to feel secure in our relationship when they treat us like criminals for being in love."
"Adam? Adam! Pay attention to me! Adam!"
"What do you want, Remy?"
Adam's fingers ran up and down the keys of the school piano, his mind a million miles away. Theo had started a fight this morning over breakfast when he reached for Adam's hand and Adam flinched before he could stop himself. Ever since then, Theo had been pouting and stomping around the campus, looking miserable. Their daily arguments over stupid things were becoming more frequent, and day after day, Adam returned to the piano to release his frustrations. Music soothed his soul when Theo couldn't.
"Get downstairs already!" Remy growled, fighting the urge to just grab her brother behind the ear and drag him with her. "The new student is here for the first day of classes! We have to be there to meet him. Who knows what schemes he's hatching? He could be planting a bomb for all we know."
"Who? The new kid?"
"No, Adam, the other student coming here from that weird place Theo went," she growled. "Of course I mean that student! Dad and the queen think he's up to something, and I'm going to figure out what."
"If you stopped eavesdropping on people, you'd probably be happier," Adam commented, still playing the piano and shutting his twin out. "You don't know anything about this guy, aside from what you heard from a conversation you weren't a part of. I'm sure he's fine."
"Master Maricourt, Master Darktide-Traver, here is Sebastian Wall of Jubilant Accosts, ready for his first day of school in Pleasantview."
Behind Miruna, a boy with red hair and piercing gold eyes stood, taking in all the grandeur of the coven entrance.
"Hello. Thank you for accepting me into your school. I have so much to learn here in Tredony and I can't wait to get started."
"Pleasantview," Ewan Maricourt corrected the boy. "We go by Pleaantview these days. I understand that you come from a land descended from Yacothia. We were once neighbours back then, I suppose."
Sebastian nodded gracefully.
"Of course," he replied smoothly. "I do so love history, I sometimes get carried away. Pleasantview looks like a beautiful place to study. Master Darktide-Traver, can I assume that you're descended from the fair Clarisa Darktide of Aarbyville? I've always had such a respect for the pirate queen; it's wonderful to see her descendant carry on the name."
'And is Wall an ancient family name too?" Edana asked irritably. "I don't remember reading anything about the Wall family in history class."
Sebastian shook his head.
"No, my family isn't recorded in the medieval scrolls. It's just that...well, my father would often tell me of the adventures of the pirate queen when I went to bed. I never thought that I would ever meet a relative of hers."
Edana shot her ex-husband a baffled look, which Ewan ignored.
"Well, there'll be plenty of time to chat about history later," Ewan said. For now, let's get you settled in. Your people sent all of your bags via a magical portal and they're ready to be taken to your room. For this semester, you'll be staying in a dorm with the only person who has ever been to your land, Apprentice Theo Bellamy. If you're homesick, perhaps you can reminisce together. He speaks quite highly of your country."
Ewan truthfully didn't know how Theo felt about Jubilant Accosts, but the boy was the only coven member who had seen Jubilant Accosts for themselves and as such, Theo had a duty to keep an eye on this mysterious student and report anything suspicious. There was no way in hell that Theo would be rooming with Ewan's son, especially since they were apparently sexuallly active.
"Yeah, putting those two together is a great idea," Edana muttered, loud enough for Sebastian to hear.
"I hope I'm not being treated as a threat to to watched over by your strongest student," Sebastian said irritably. "I only want to learn more about magic. I have no other agenda."
"Of course," Ewan replied quickly. He shot another dirty look at his ex-wife. "Theo is one of our most talented students, but he is only assigned to room with you because of his past experience with your homeland. We do not allow students to room by themselves unless there are special circumstances, so this is a setup that every single student must follow."
"Of course, that's what I was getting at," Edana lied. "Putting you with Theo makes a lot of sense. He apparently studied advanced magic at Shadowvale and could help you settle in here."
The way that Sebastian cocked his head to stare incredulously at her sent shivers down Edana's spine. There was something so familiar about it that she couldn't quite place. His eyes watched her watch him, seeming to delight in her confusion. This wasn't a boy who was excited to start a new school and meet new friends like he claimed. This was a soldier, waiting to be allowed into Edana's home to complete whatever mission he had.
Edana wasn't stupid. The instant Ewan had told her the name of the mysterious new student, she had immediately thought of Coby Wall, Queen Maura’s father, and potential assassin for Pleasantview. Ewan and King Charley had briefed her on the mysterious lead on the attacks on Twikkii Island, and Edana was more than ready to take action if she could. No one attacked an event where her children were in attendance and lived to talk about it. Charley had advised her to hang back and wait for more information before he would authorize her to hunt anyone down, but Edana was ready. If anyone with the last name Wall came within striking distance of her children, Edana would attack first and apologize to Charley later.
Still. She felt drawn to this boy for some reason she couldn't explain. He looked at her, and it felt like she was missing a very important piece of a puzzle she hadn't even realized she was assembling. It had to be the countless hours she'd spent hunched over her desk, staring at pictures of Queen Maura’s father. She had every known photo of the former prince consort pinned to her desk at home, hoping some burst of inspiration would hit her. She could see some of Coby in this boy. His hair for one was a dead giveaway, and maybe the corners of his mouth were similar too. This boy could be Coby's son or brother or even cousin. Who knew where on the Wall family tree he fell? The only thing that was certain to Edana was that there was more to this exchange student than they were being told, and that his timing was extremely suspicious.
"I would love to meet this Theo and see our room," Sebastian stated gracefully, as though he was the better person in this scenario, and Edana's suspicion was completely unfounded. "I have friends that went to Shadowvale. We'll have much to discuss."
Ewan walked Sebastian to the hallway where a coven member waited. Ewan watched as Sebastian ascended the stairs completely before turning angrily to Edana.
"You can't just go off on students, especially the ones the Queen deems suspicious," he snapped. "Is your hatred of our son's boyfriend really more important than observing a potential threat? You've made him suspicious of us, which will only make him more dangerous if he's planning something."
"I know, I know," Edana sighed. "I've never been good at holding back my feelings, you know that. It's just...this boy gives me a weird feeling. I can't explain it. There's just this electric current that runs through my nervous system when he stares at me. It reminds me of when Charlotte ran coven meetings. There was just something unimaginable running through her stare, and that boy is the same."
"I can't do anything about this," Ewan said patiently. "No matter how unnerving he is to you, the queen can't risk rejecting this boy and starting conflict with a powerful, seemingly unstable nation. Try to reign in your temper, Edana, or I'll have to assign you elsewhere. You're the best witch I know, and I want you on this assignment, but if it's too much for you, I'll-"
"I'll do better," Edana promised. "I know I can do this. His Majesty trusts me to complete this assignment and Queen Claudia listens to him. I won't let the king down; he's like a father to me. I know I can protect our family and our nations. Maybe just limit my involvement to times when Adam's demon isn't nearby. There's only so much of him that I can take."
Ewan nodded. This wasn't an unexpected request. Honestly, he'd already been considering it himself. Theo was a necessary part of this plan, and Edana tended to embarrass herself with inappropriate rage whenever the teen's name was mentioned.
"Of course," he decided. "That sounds like it's for the best for now. But Edana, they're dating. They may end up married or pregnant one day and you'll have to learn to live with him then. You can't parent by throwing a tantrum every time the children come to you with something that makes you uncomfortable."
Edana nodded her agreement, not trusting her voice to not betray her feelings.
"Of course," she agreed, mirroring her ex. "I'll try my best."
#sims 2#sims 2 pictures#sim: theo bellamy#arkhelios adventures#theo bellamy#adam darktide#edana darktide#ewan g maricourt#remy maricourt#despina darktide#Sebastian Wall
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
How to School Me Better: Universal Changes
This will be the first in a series of blog posts about me reflecting on my schooling experience. Each of them will be posted under the "school" tag on my tumblr.
I graduated college two years ago. I haven’t been back in school since then, though I do plan to return about a year from now. My overall school experience was, I’d say, pretty decent. I was certainly not without many personal struggles, whether it was academically or socially, though. Many of my teachers were great and really did the best with what they had. There were a few teachers I had who I didn’t think were good teachers and who failed to really reach me. Regardless, the public American education system is an absolute mess and I think it needs to be fundamentally reworked from the ground up. I don’t think I can find that many people, including current teachers, who would completely disagree with that sentiment. So what I am going to do here is brainstorm ways in which I think said system could be reworked, though more to the point, I am going to list ways in which I think specific subjects could have been taught to me in ways where they actually would have stuck and have been meaningful to me. Now that I am an adult, I have recognized that I definitely don’t have a dislike for learning-in fact, I think most people like learning in some form or fashion-but the way a lot of subjects were handled in the classes I took was in a way that was not very conducive to actual learning. It’s actually pretty wild, thinking back at it, how the people who design these curriculums thought that they were. I don’t mean the individual teachers I had here, for the most part at least. There was a large looming force over most of the courses I took, whether it was standardized testing or having to do grades in a specific way for the school. So these are more systemic suggestions than they are levied at any specific teachers I had, though certain teaching styles and philosophies worked better with me than others.
Universal changes
More federal funding across the board
Smaller student-to-teacher ratio
The abolishment of homework
More recess/unstructured break time for all grade levels
No standardized testing
No self-contained special ed classes for *anyone*. Actually meaningfully include students with disabilities.
Shorter school days in general, though doing this without also shortening the work day for most jobs would not be optimal
Minimize traditional testing in general
Apply a strength-based approach to how mastery of the subjects are assessed
A lot of these are things already done at private schools and via homeschooling. Which is great! However, most families cannot afford these things. I don’t know that mine could’ve. Private schools and homeschooling are at best, band-aids on the current system we have, and at worst are shelters from the real world for parents who want to mold their children into their particular image of them. Tutoring also definitely helped me, but again, it’s a band-aid. Private schools also tend to have horrific things happen in them because they’re not beholden to the same rules as public schools, though they can also be great for that same reason. Regardless, those are not going to help the most people as opposed to more systemic changes. Other obligations can get in the way of homework if one is involved with extracurricular activities. Now yes, there’s the “school comes first, extracurriculars second” doctrine but I really don’t think it’s that simple.
Extracurriculars are supposed to enhance your learning in some way, and may even utilize skills you learn in classes. Why not leverage that more instead of expecting someone to not break under the pressure of having to juggle so many things at once? There seems to always be the underpinning argument of “this is how the real world works, Better Get Used To It” when it comes to this stuff. Yes, having to juggle obligations is part of adulthood. However, a lot of the time, even then, I feel like it doesn’t quite have to be that way. If this is what I needed to get used to, then why should I be excited to grow up at all? There’s also a point to be made about how a lot of what we even learn in school isn’t stuff we use in everyday life, though I think one way to fix that is to simply apply what we learn to real life more often.
Strengths-based approach is a term often used in disability services, though I think in a lot of ways, it is applicable to learning as a whole. Some of the very best teachers I had used this approach. They were the ones who really valued growth and connection. The ones who didn’t simply feel like authority figures, the ones who didn’t care as much about the extrinsic value, but rather the ones who actually took time to meet students where they are, and make them recognize that they inherently have strengths that can be utilized effectively. They make the class feel legitimately connected, and the only people who may feel left out simply weren’t interested in the first place. I can tell the difference that makes for a classroom environment. A great example of this was a class I took two semesters in a row, which was for a storytelling ensemble known as Tellers. One thing I really liked about Tellers was that everyone had their own thing they brought to the table. There wasn’t really a sense of, “oh, this guy is better than the other guy”. The director really has a way of making each performance feel special and becoming of the individual’s skillset. Does that mean nobody in tellers is better or worse than another or that all performances are equally good? No. What it does mean, is that there wasn’t a race to the top. There was simply being the best you. Bringing your best foot forward. Not creating a hierarchy or a sense of competition doesn’t mean nobody gets praised in a classroom. It means everyone’s unique talents and strengths are well recognized. What makes a teacher truly exceptional is the ability to fully realize that.
Next, I want to go by individual subjects, since I had my own share of strengths and weaknesses in each of them. Generally speaking, I struggled the most with STEM subjects. I think some of this has to do with how my brain is wired. I’m definitely not a very logical point a-point b thinker. However, I also don’t at all think I am incapable of learning these things. Most, probably nearly all, of my former teachers and professors would likely agree that I was capable of learning what they taught me and I generally would absorb it pretty well. What I struggled with were the assignments themselves, and keeping up with the pace at which the content was taught. The most common ways most subjects were taught didn’t work for me. Some of what didn’t work about how these subjects were taught also affected how well I did in literature and humanities courses too, even though those were usually my stronger subjects. Since I don't want to put everything into one giant, long blog post, I am going to split these up into parts. Next time I will be discussing math, but for now, I would like to know what you think about what I have discussed so far, as well as your own personal experiences, should you feel comfortable sharing.
TL;DR: My schooling experience came with a myriad of challenges. Many of these were because of my disabilities as well as how the system is not properly designed for people like me, and is inherently flawed in general. There are many systemic changes that should be made that can improve the overall experience for everyone, students and teachers alike. There are also specific changes that could made which would benefit students like me.
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR KRISTIN HENDERSON
“Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.” ― Rikki Rogers
ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Full Name: Kristin Emily Henderson
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Kris, Krissy (by family only), Emmie (by her mother)
Date of Birth: October 30th, 1984
Age: 40
Gender + Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Place of birth: Northknot, CA
Parents: Adam & Esther
Siblings: She has 3; all younger, Jon, Unnamed Sibling, Grace
Children: Parker
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): She is pretty close with all of her family except her estranged brother, Jon
Pets: None
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5′ 5″ (165 cm)
Build: Slim, athletic build with a toned yet feminine figure
Species: Dragon
Distinguishing Facial Features: High cheekbones, a soft, symmetrical jawline, full lips and a warm, inviting smile
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Usual Hair Style: Shoulder-length hair, often worn straight, in loose waves or pulled back into a low ponytail or bun
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): A warm, olive complexion that has a natural glow
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): A little anxiety, Bouts of stress, Her knee, an old basketball injury, that acts up now and then
What do they consider their best feature?: Her confidence, athleticism and her legs, toned from years of playing sports
Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: During her time playing basketball, Kristin sustained a severe fracture in her ankle, during a crucial game in high school. It required surgery and a few weeks of physical therapy, temporarily derailing her sports career for two months
APPEARANCE:
Favorite outfit: A pair of well-fitted, high-waisted jeans, a sleek, black leather jacket over a simple white tee, and either classic white sneakers or ankle boots with minimalistic jewelry and a smartwatch
Glasses? Contacts?: No
Personal Hygiene: Impeccable and consistently well-maintained
Tattoos? Piercings?: Ear piercings, a cartilage piercing, Two small tattoos; a compass on her ribcage and a small basketball on her ankle
What does their voice sound like?: Her voice is calm, steady, and somewhat low-pitched, with a slight rasp; might speak deliberately, with a tone that conveys both authority and warmth
Accent?: None
Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She has a habit of running a hand through her hair when she’s thinking deeply or feeling stressed; also has a tendency to stand with her arms crossed or on her hips when she’s assessing a situation
Left handed or right?: Right
Do they work out/exercise?: Yes but mostly through sports and streching
BELIEFS & INTELLECT:
Known Languages: English, French, Conversational Spanish
Zodiac: Scorpio
Gifts/talents: An amazing cook, really good at reading people
Religious stance: Spiritual but not religious
Political stance: Progressive
Pet peeves: Dislikes inefficiency and procrastination; gets irritated by people who don’t follow through on their commitments or who are unnecessarily loud or rowdy in professional settings
Optimist or pessimist: A realist, with a tendency toward optimism
Extrovert or introvert: Introvert
INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:
Relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: Someone who is reliable, emotionally intelligent, and independent. Someone who can respect her space and independence but also be there for her emotionally and understand the pressures of her career
Ever been in love?: Yes
What’s their love language?: Acts of Service
Most important person in their life?: Her kid, Parker
VOCATION:
Level of education: Has an M.D. from Columbia University
Profession: Anesthesiologist
Past occupations: Coached a youth basketball team and worked at a gym during college
Passions: Basketball, Medicine, Travel, Also has a passion for mentoring young athletes or medical students
Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves
SECRETS:
Phobias: Has a fear of losing control
Life goals: Her primary life goal is to provide a stable, loving environment for her child while continuing to excel in her medical career. She also wants to mend her relationship with her brother and maybe find lasting love again
Greatest fears: Failing as a parent and losing the close bond she has with her child; also fears repeating the mistakes of her past
Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Once she missed a crucial free throw during a big game, leading to her team’s loss, and it haunted her for a long time, especially since she was the team captain
Something they’ve never told anyone: Kristin has never told anyone that she sometimes regrets leaving her first love, the woman she dated during medical school. She wonders what might have happened if they had tried to make the long-distance relationship work
PREFERENCES:
Hobbies: Basketball, Photography, Yoga, Meditation
Favorite color: Yellow
Favorite smell: The scent of fresh rain on warm pavement; reminds her of playing basketball outdoors in her youth
Favorite food: A classic croissant
Favorite book: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi
Favorite movie: A League of Their Own
Favorite song: Lose You to Love Me by Selena Gomez
Coffee or tea?: Coffee but likes tea to unwind
Favorite type of weather: Crisp autumn days; reminds her of basketball season
Most used word or phrase?: “We’ve got this"
EXTRAS:
MBTI: ISTJ (The Logistician) - Kristin’s strong sense of responsibility, her organized approach to life, and her commitment to her career align with the ISTJ personality. She's practical, reliable, and tends to keep her emotions to herself, reflecting her withdrawn nature. Her dedication to basketball, academics, and later to her career in medicine shows her strong work ethic and discipline, all of which are key traits of an ISTJ
Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Kristin follows a strong internal code of conduct, shaped by her upbringing and personal values. She adheres to her responsibilities, whether in her career or family, but doesn’t necessarily go out of her way to rebel or challenge the system. She does what needs to be done, even when it's difficult, like moving away to escape family tension or stepping up as a single parent after her divorce
Enneagram: Type 6 (The Loyalist) - Kristin's cautious and loyal nature fits well with Type 6. She’s someone who seeks security and stability, especially after the instability caused by her brother's actions and her failed marriage. Despite her withdrawn nature, she deeply values relationships and is dependable, which are core aspects of Type 6
Celtic Tree: Oak - The Oak symbolizes strength, resilience, and endurance, all qualities that Kristin embodies. She has weathered significant personal challenges, from her family issues to her relationship struggles, and emerged stronger each time. The Oak also represents protection, which resonates with Kristin’s role as a mother and her nurturing yet strong personality
Temperament: Melancholic - Kristin’s withdrawn nature and her tendency to reflect deeply on her past, particularly regarding her brother and her failed marriage, suggest a melancholic temperament. She’s introspective, values stability, and is often serious and thoughtful, qualities typical of the melancholic type
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw - Ravenclaw values intelligence, wit, and a love of learning, which aligns with Kristin’s academic achievements and her career in medicine. Her decision to major in Biology and pursue a challenging medical career speaks to her intellectual curiosity and dedication. Ravenclaws also tend to be independent and value their own company, which fits Kristin's somewhat withdrawn nature
Element: Earth - Earth represents stability, reliability, and practicality, all traits that Kristin embodies. She’s grounded, dependable, and someone who others can rely on, especially in her role as a mother and a doctor. Earth also ties in with her athletic background, as she’s physically strong and connected to the physical world through sports
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
15 Questions: Character Edition
Tagged by @words-after-midnight! Using this for OCs as well as writers is a fun idea.
Going with everyone's favorite repentant bloodborn and fish dad, Renato (who just got some lovely new art):
(Thank you again to @/littlestpersimmon for taking the commission! I love the background and fish details especially. Go check out more of Caleb's beautiful art and his comics if you're not familiar with them already!)
1. Are you named after anyone? My given name came from my Portuguese great grandmother on the Dimas side of the family, my father's side. I chose "Renato" as a teenager because the meaning (reborn) applied to both my transition and future as a bloodborn. Anyway, it shares the first letter and same number of syllables with the old one, so I also just liked how it sounded.
2. When was the last time you cried? I...honestly can't remember. Really. I'm not trying to sound tough or cool or anything. I must've cried when I was still a child of course, before the break. I can recall afterwards, though, watching the harbor get farther and farther away as my family fled the destruction on a ship. My eyes were completely dry. I still felt...still feel despair, anger, sadness. But after the world changed, I did too. Crying just seemed like a waste of water. It wouldn't get me anything, so my body just...didn't bother with tears.
*shifts, visibly nervous* But I think...I think I'd like to cry again someday? Is that a strange thing to say? Nevermind--forget it. Next question.
3. Do you have kids? No, but I have the next best thing. *opens wallet with photos* The goldfish is Tesoro--Tes, for short. They can roll a tiny football into a mini net. Ah, they're so talented! Then there's Beija, the pleco. She's nocturnal like me, but rather shy. And of course I can't forget the Venerable Order of Lady Guppies: Sisters Dolores, Joan, Hildegard, Leonella, Mary Celeste, Teresa, and Abbess Malfada. They're named after nuns since there aren't any male guppies in the tank and, well, you get the idea.
4. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally, to make a point maybe. I prefer saying something outrageous with a serious face, though. I've gotten quite good at it over the years.
5. What's the first thing you notice about people? It's going to sound terrible...it is terrible, but true. I try to see if they have a weapon, and assess their vulnerable points, gauge which would be best to strike first. You know...to incapacitate. Or kill, if need be. It's ingrained into you as part of becoming an Aquila. But I'm sure you don't want to listen to such a dark subject.
6. What's your eye color? *sighs* They're blue-green, or aquamarine, or sea-green, or whatever you want to call them. I honestly don't find them that special. The way dark brown or black eyes shine is much more appealing, in my opinion.
7. Scary movies or happy endings? Hm. I'm just as likely to be annoying and complain about either one being unrealistic. I think the execution and style is what matters to me, not the category.
8. Any special talents? Winning people's trust. Being deserving of it... that's another matter. I've been told I pick up languages rather quickly, at least as far as basic conversation goes. Of course I grew up being a strong swimmer and diver.
9. Where were you born? On the Pacific, in a ship's medical bay, while my mother was accompanying my father to the States. That meant I was a default Brazilian citizen, although both my parents had dual citizenship.
10. What are your hobbies? Looking after my fish, making a nuisance of myself, finding what little pleasures I can take. I'm starting to realize just how much of my identity was tied to being an Aquila, honestly. Without that...well, I suppose I'll just have to test things out and see what sticks.
11. Have you any pets? Oh, do you want to watch all my videos of Tes and the others? [A/N: I advise you to decline. There are a lot of fish videos.]
12. What sports do you/have you played? I practice various styles of fighting and marksmanship, but that's survival rather than friendly competition. I never had a real opportunity to play any, given the world descended into chaos when I was ten. I mean, Ollie and I used to play a game where we'd dare each other to touch sharks while scavenging. Does that count?
13. How tall are you? 5'5". Many of the deadliest predators are smaller than their prey.
14. Favorite subject in school? I only attended about five years of Catholic school. My parents found me tutors for various subjects after the Break happened. I did fine with math, reading, science, all of that, but I preferred learning and honing skills. Spear fishing, sailing, foraging, those sorts of things I could use in a practical sense.
15. Dream job? *grins* Indolent concubine of a lofty noble or conquering warlord (gender neutral). Perhaps if things work out with these supposed merfolk they'll have some openings available.
Dysthanasia Taglist: @thecyrulik @thatndginger @space-writes @sunset-a-story @scoundrelwithboba
26 notes
·
View notes