#Promoting lifelong learning for all

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Unlocking the Power of Quality Education: Goal 4 for a Brighter Future

Education is the key that unlocks the doors of opportunity, enabling individuals to reach their full potential and contribute meaningfully to society. Recognizing the importance of education, the United Nations set forth Goal 4 as part of the Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs): Quality Education. This ambitious goal aims to ensure inclusive and equitable education for all, promoting lifelong learning opportunities that empower individuals and foster sustainable development. In this article, we delve into the significance of Goal 4 and explore how quality education can transform lives and shape a brighter future for our world.

Understanding Goal 4: Quality Education

In today's world, access to quality education is not a luxury but a fundamental right. Goal 4 of the United Nations' Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) recognizes this and places great emphasis on providing quality education to all individuals, irrespective of their gender, socioeconomic background, or geographical location. The goal aims to eliminate disparities in education, promote equal access, and enhance learning outcomes for everyone. By prioritizing quality education, societies can bridge the gaps in knowledge, skills, and opportunities, leading to more inclusive and prosperous communities.

Education is the cornerstone of personal and societal development. It equips individuals with the knowledge, skills, and competencies necessary to lead fulfilling lives and contribute meaningfully to their communities. Quality education goes beyond the mere transmission of information; it nurtures critical thinking, creativity, and problem-solving abilities. It empowers individuals to question the status quo, seek innovative solutions, and actively participate in shaping their own destinies.

Unfortunately, numerous barriers prevent millions of people worldwide from accessing quality education. Gender discrimination, poverty, lack of infrastructure, and armed conflicts are some of the significant challenges that hinder equal access to education. Goal 4 aims to address these disparities and ensure that every individual, regardless of their circumstances, has the opportunity to receive a quality education.

Gender equality is a key focus of Goal 4. Historically, girls and women have faced significant barriers in accessing education, perpetuating gender inequalities in many societies. By promoting equal access to education for girls and women, societies can break the cycle of discrimination and empower women to play active roles in their communities. Educated women are more likely to delay marriage, have fewer children, and contribute to the workforce, leading to economic growth and social progress.

Socioeconomic factors also play a crucial role in determining educational opportunities. Children from disadvantaged backgrounds often face limited resources, inadequate facilities, and a lack of qualified teachers. Goal 4 seeks to eliminate these disparities by advocating for inclusive education systems that provide equal opportunities for all, regardless of their socioeconomic status. It emphasizes the need for targeted interventions to support vulnerable populations, ensuring that no one is left behind.

Geographical location is another significant factor that affects access to quality education. In remote and underserved areas, limited infrastructure, distance, and a lack of resources create significant barriers to education. Goal 4 aims to bridge this gap by leveraging technology and innovative solutions to reach marginalized communities. By embracing digital learning platforms, online resources, and interactive tools, education can transcend physical boundaries and provide learning opportunities to those who would otherwise be left behind.

Enhancing learning outcomes is a core objective of Goal 4. It emphasizes the need for high-quality teaching and learning environments that foster student engagement, creativity, and critical thinking. Achieving this requires investing in teacher training and professional development, ensuring that educators have the skills and knowledge to deliver effective instruction. By empowering teachers and providing them with the necessary support and resources, educational outcomes can be improved, leading to better learning experiences for students.

Collaboration and partnerships are essential for the successful implementation of Goal 4. Governments, civil society organizations, educators, parents, and the private sector must work together to mobilize resources, share best practices, and drive systemic change. Collaboration can help in identifying innovative approaches, scaling up successful interventions, and advocating for policy reforms that prioritize education.

Goal 4: Quality Education is a vital component of the United Nations' Sustainable Development Goals. It recognizes the transformative power of education in creating inclusive and prosperous societies. By eliminating disparities in education, promoting equal access, and enhancing learning outcomes, Goal 4 aims to ensure that every individual has the opportunity to receive a quality education, regardless of their background or circumstances. Achieving this goal requires collective efforts, innovative solutions, and a steadfast commitment to making education a fundamental right for all. By prioritizing quality education, we can unlock the potential of individuals, bridge gaps in knowledge and skills, and build a brighter future for generations to come.

The Transformative Power of Quality Education

Quality education is not merely about acquiring knowledge; it is about empowering individuals to become critical thinkers, problem solvers, and active participants in shaping their own destinies. When education is of high quality, it equips individuals with the tools they need to navigate the complexities of the world, fostering creativity, innovation, and resilience.

Breaking the Cycle of Poverty

One of the most significant impacts of quality education is its ability to break the cycle of poverty. Education equips individuals with the knowledge and skills necessary to secure gainful employment, enabling them to escape the clutches of poverty and build better lives for themselves and their families. By investing in education, societies can create a ripple effect that uplifts entire communities, as educated individuals contribute to economic growth and social development.

Empowering Women and Girls

Quality education plays a crucial role in promoting gender equality and empowering women and girls. When girls have equal access to education, they are more likely to delay marriage, have fewer children, and contribute to the workforce. Educated women are better equipped to make informed decisions, participate in civic life, and challenge societal norms, leading to more inclusive and progressive societies.

Addressing Challenges to Achieve Goal 4

While the vision of Goal 4 is inspiring, numerous challenges must be addressed to ensure its successful implementation.

Access and Equity

Ensuring equal access to quality education remains a pressing challenge, particularly in marginalized communities and conflict-affected regions. Barriers such as poverty, gender-based discrimination, and lack of infrastructure hinder educational opportunities for millions of children worldwide. To achieve Goal 4, governments and stakeholders must prioritize targeted interventions that address these disparities and provide inclusive and equitable access to education.

Teacher Training and Capacity Building

Teachers are at the heart of quality education. Investing in their professional development and ensuring their well-being is vital for achieving Goal 4. Adequate training, support, and resources must be provided to educators to enhance their instructional practices, promote inclusive classrooms, and foster lifelong learning among students.

 Innovation and Technology in Education

In the digital era, leveraging innovation and technology can play a transformative role in education. Access to digital tools, online resources, and interactive learning platforms can enhance the quality and reach of education, particularly in remote and underserved areas. Embracing technology-enabled learning methods can open new doors for students, promoting engagement, personalized learning, and the development of essential digital skills.

Collaborative Efforts and Partnerships

Achieving Goal 4 requires a collective effort involving governments, civil society organizations, educators, parents, and the private sector. Collaboration and partnerships are crucial for mobilizing resources, sharing best practices, and driving systemic change. By working together, stakeholders can foster an enabling environment for quality education, leveraging the expertise and resources of various actors to make education more accessible, relevant, and impactful.

Conclusion

Goal 4: Quality Education is a beacon of hope for a brighter future. By ensuring inclusive and equitable education, we can empower individuals, uplift communities, and pave the way for sustainable development. It is imperative for governments, organizations, and individuals alike to prioritize investments in education, address disparities, and embrace innovative approaches. By unlocking the power of quality education, we can create a world where every person has the opportunity to thrive and contribute their unique talents for the betterment of humanity. Together, let us build a future where education is a right, not a privilege.

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sweet nothing

pairing: remus lupin x f!reader  summary: you thrive in filling everyone’s cup. remus makes sure your cup gets filled too. wc: 2k cw: descriptions of food, eating a/n: written after a long writing break pls be nice heheh p.s. thank you for all the love for my sirius angst fic!!! i saw yalls comments and messages and appreciate them sm!! i don't have plans at the moment to write a sequel/pt. 2 sorry :'( someday when i get inspiration i probably will but for now it's a standalone <3

The pesto pizza was a big hit.

The news of the heatwave came a month early so it gave ample time for James to rein in the necessary house improvement tasks: yard weeding and tidying, adding small stone steps for the toddler, and ordering the inflatable slip and slide pool for the sweltering summer days. And he was adamant to do it all by hand, no magic, so he “could get the full experience”. Lily likens it to being married to a professional landscaper and contractor at once, thankful that her decision to go on a date with James Potter during seventh year continues to be a great lifelong investment. 

You can still recall Remus’ early morning grumbles when james calls him over for help. It came to a point where he’d beg you to pretend to be mad at the setup, reasoning that “ james is taking him away from his lovely pretty girl” when his best friend calls him at 6am to start the day mowing the lawn. 

James would roll his eyes at excuses falling off of Remus’ lips, but he’d sincerely take your concerns to heart. Lovingly, you’d wave Remus off and give him pecks on both freckled cheeks, encouraging him to go and learn how to tackle on house repairs so he’d be well prepared when it’s your turn to build a family home. 

This usually gets him going, Remus’ secret lover boy tendencies kicking in, but not without grumbling and frowns thrown haphazardly (easily treated with touching and kisses). 

Sirius was off travelling the world for most of the month, much to Remus’ dismay, as he was then promoted as the first-in-line friend in James’ contacts. He did however send over a fancy outdoor pizza oven in lieu of his absence, and it completed the space. 

On the days where you finish work early, you’d join Lily as she picks up her little boy from nursery and take a leisure walk around their quiet neighborhood, a babbling toddler in tow. Then you walk into the perfect setting: the gentle hum of the AC, sunrays reflecting on the white marble countertops, a nicely prepared spread of afternoon snacks for the three of you, and the floor to ceiling glass wall separating the living area from the backyard offering a glorious view of two sunkissed shirtless men doing hard manual labor. Lily nudges you, handing a bowl of pistachios. “A snack for the show.” You return her glance, eyes both twinkling with playful mischief. Maybe the summer days aren’t as bad as it seemed.

But then the first draining day of the heatwave hit. There were minor adjustments to be made still, like some scaffolding to be tidied and hedges to be trimmed, but the heat had a special way to beat down the morale of any living thing exposed to it for a while, and it finally hit James. Early on a Saturday morning, you decided to accompany a still groggy Remus on his usual Potter house renovation shift to make him feel a bit better that you were also losing sleep with him. To both your surprise, James comes from the garden to meet you, looking worn out but wears a proud grin. “It’s all done,” he claims, clapping his hands together and you see him holding the wooden culprit that magically finished hours of yard work in a few minutes. So much for no magic. 

“Get some sleep and come back in the afternoon for the party.” Remus grabs your hand and apparates back home in record time, before James gets a chance to recant his words. 

Completing a full 8 hour sleep cycle does wonders to the mind and soul. A well-rested Remus was filled with high spirits, doting on you as you both get ready for the party. He showers you with compliments the moment you step out of your closet, giving him a twirl. Once the bashfulness sets in, you run to him and try to nuzzle your heated cheeks on his chest, anywhere to escape his lovely sappy gaze. He sits on the bed so you can’t hide, and looks up at you like you hung up the moon. It was maddening.  

“You look stunning, my love,” he says, hands on the back of your knees, sliding up under the hem to meet the soft skin of your thighs and resting them even higher. It took immense strength not to buckle down and fall into him. You’d foreseen this response the moment you decided to wear that white babydoll dress, but actually going through it is a terrible nightmare. As much as the idea of bailing on the summer party and letting Remus do whatever he pleases with you in this dress sounds very appealing right now, you had promised Lily that you’ll help with the cooking and food, and ghosting your best friend for a dick appointment sounds very juvenile. So against your questionable judgment, you grab your boyfriend’s face, give him a chaste kiss, and murmur against his lips, “james and lily will kill us if we ditch.” 

Even though it was an intimate gathering of close friends to celebrate the finished yard, you forgot to account for the amount of kids, partners, and pets that your friends have accumulated since graduation. James had to transfigure the already long dinner table even longer and double the number of chairs to accommodate everyone. The slip and slide also was transfigured into an actual waterpark, complete with a lazy river that kids seemed to enjoy after going on the slides. 

While it was definitely chaotic, it didn’t feel suffocating like packed events usually make you feel. It’s likely because of the familiar faces wherever you look, the ease of conversation just flows. Remus was anchored to your side until he wasn’t, whisked away by both James and Sirius as they announce to everyone who’s listening how his valiant efforts in renovation has resulted in the beautiful yard they were in today. You giggle at the endearing sight of your boyfriend furiously flushing pink while his loud best friends continue to brag about him. It’s just how the marauders would be back in Hogwarts, with you watching their shenanigans from afar whilst nursing a terrible, terrible crush on Remus. Only difference now is that you get to take him home. 

You eventually get whisked away too, thankful that Lily came right on time as you were starting to melt in the heat. The inside of the home smells and feels like heaven, as the chilly air from the AC carries the scent of freshly prepared ingredients and whatever concoction Lily’s currently tending to in a pot. Careful not to disrupt the comfortable quiet, you give her a back hug, a silent thanks for fixing up everything you’ll be needing for the pizza you vowed to make, before getting to work. 

You’ve gone over the recipe and prep so many times that you could do this with eyes closed. The pesto sauce was freshly made a day prior, a delicious result of your raid in your aunt Molly’s garden and fridge. Before you knew it, the only thing left to do was place the pizza into the oven, to which Sirius was very happy to do so he could flex his expensive purchase. 

The chatter didn’t die off even when the dishes started rolling out of the kitchen, everyone now raving of how good Lily’s cooking have been, James not helping by proclaiming, “'m pretty sure my heart isn't the only thing she's stolen—she's got everyone's taste buds wrapped around her finger with her cooking too.” Making his wife flush pink and hit his arm playfully. 

When it was time for your dish, the stakes were quite high and you were feeling a bit nervous. At home, Remus practically inhales everything you make which provides you a good ego boost, knowing that you don’t need to be the best, as long as you don’t accidentally poison someone from your cooking. 

Soon enough, the scent of freshly baked pizza filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. You stand by the head of the table, hands deftly making slices enough for everyone, continuing to scan the crowd, ensuring that everyone is being taken care of.

"Here you go, aunt Effie,” you smile, handing her a generous slice. “Here’s a bunch for you, Fred, careful not to spill and please share with your brothers!" you try to say quickly, but only see a spur of red hair and small hands before they run back to the water slide. 

You soon get a groove going and start to move down the line of smiling guests and waiting plates. Too distracted that you jump a little when you feel a warm presence at your side. Without ever needing to look, you knew it was Remus, who’s now carrying a plate with a slice you don’t even remember handing him. 

Without a word, he picks up the steaming slice and brings it to your lips. You welcome the taste, finally understanding the praise everyone seems to be throwing at your wake. You make a mental note to thank your aunt for lending you her recipe. Remus has his free hand cupped near your chin, ready to catch any crumbs or drippings that might stain your pretty white dress. 

Butterflies in your stomach erupt and fight for space, your entire body vibrating with giddiness and affection for your lovely boyfriend. That distracted look in his eyes as he feeds you in between your efforts in feeding everyone makes the warm fuzzy feeling worse, because you know he’s doing this without much thought, like second nature. That it’s just common sense. That it just goes without saying that his love knows you, fills the needs you don’t even realize were there in the first place.

You wonder through the afternoon then early evening what you’ve done in your past life to receive this love. Maybe you saved a cat from a burning building, or watered a dying plant that had magical powers to heal serious illness, or stars aligning just right to have you exist in the same timeline as Remus. 

You find yourself buried in blankets and clad in a worn sweater, twenty something minutes in a romcom movie in the comforts of your tiny apartment. Remus slides in beside you with a bowl of steaming buttery popcorn and another can of your favorite sparkling water (which he hates with a passion). Your eyes drift to your opened one on the side table, now seeing that it’s almost empty, a few sips left. 

Remus snorts at an obscure joke one of the characters says in passing, and you snuggle up to him, maybe hugging his arm a little tighter than usual, afraid that a love this gentle can vanish between your fingers. He turns and recognizes the look on your face, returning the soft gaze. His free hand brushes a stray hair away, fingers lingering on your cheek. 

“Thank you,” you find yourself murmuring. “For taking care of me.”

You had this conversation long time ago when you first started dating. Having been in some relationships and situationships before Remus, you thought you’ve seen it all. Known the twists and turns, what to ask for and when to keep quiet, what you owe and don’t. But he comes and does things that drove your mind haywire, body screaming foreign! unknown! when he leaves sweet and short scribbles on post-its and sticks it to random places that you’re bound to see somehow, your favorite fruits magically appearing on the basket after finishing the last piece yesterday, being able to count on one hand times where you had to touch the wheel and drive. Its all natural, unprompted, again like second nature. as much as you hated to admit, you’re a control freak. but it's easier this way when you know what comes and goes, what happens and what doesn’t, what won’t happen if you don’t do anything to get it. being with Remus and knowing his love is a shock as it is a clean slate. to unlearn roughness and rigid and know to be soft and vulnerable. 

you’d thanked him. when he gave you a confuddled look, like he didn’t just make your heart grow two sizes bigger in one day. you then started enumerating things he did that made you feel appreciated and loved. you were expecting him to be happy that you see and celebrate his effort, any reaction honestly but a frown. “you don’t need to thank me for those things,” he had said, holding your hand and gently rubbing circles when he sensed that his reaction scared you. “That’s how I show my respect and care for you. ‘s nothing special, just what’s right.” You couldn’t stop the ugly sobs that came after that, when you realized that yes, this was the bare minimum of a healthy relationship, but you made space for less because that’s all you’ve ever gotten, even when you’d ask. 

This time however, maybe because its near midnight and you’re both worn out for the day, Remus lets you. “Always.”

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Jealousy part 1

Part 2 here

Warnings: age gap/toxic behavior

Vernestra-Padawan reader/jedi Qimir

I'll update the tags as the story progresses, there should only be two more parts.

I'm not sure how far I'll go with certain behaviors, so leave a comment and let me know what you think <3

(This first part is to provide context, the other two will set the story in motion)

Becoming a Padawan was a lifelong dream. Of course, I was young, so my view of the world and what I would experience in the coming years was very limited. The idea of being taken under the wing of a more experienced Jedi master, learning many more techniques, the missions, the travels, all the people and aliens I could meet... I was bursting with happiness.

Not that the exercises at the temple weren't stimulating, I was glad to have made friends, to have developed a routine with them, but I was ready for something new.

So, when I was finally introduced to my future master, I was bursting with joy. I recognized her immediately, it was hard not to. Vernestra was an important member of the Order, involved with the Senate, and was known for her numerous successes. It was an honor for me to receive that position by her side.

Over the years, I had been recognized as an excellent future Padawan, with the ability to learn quickly, a strong sense of observation, and a positive and kind character that always accompanied me. I was often praised for the way I presented myself to others. In short, everyone saw a bright future for me, but I had difficulty seeing it myself. I was young and inexperienced and I believed that the important thing was to follow the rules, the rest was just a part of me, something I did naturally.

I imagine that becoming Vernestra’s Padawan was just the confirmation of that golden path everyone saw me on, but I was too caught up in the newness to really think about it.

However, I soon realized that I lost the balance I had created up to that point, I lost some friends, some simply due to distance, others were... cold towards me.

I didn't understand what had changed. I would never have accused anyone of feeling emotions like jealousy or anger towards me, we were children. Missteps were normal, and we were taught that it was right to face them and learn from them.

But if you asked around, many would have described me as someone who never made mistakes, who always responded with a gentle smile, a comforting word, a hand on the shoulder, or even just a pleasant company if you needed to vent. Perhaps that was the problem. I appeared too perfect in the eyes of others.

And yet, the Master didn’t make me feel that way. She taught me everything calmly, I followed her every step, she reprimanded me harshly, but always with care. She soon realized how much I sought validation in everything I did.

It was stronger than me, I believed I was always making a mistake, that I was in the wrong. After all, who was I to say something was right or wrong? I was just a Padawan. A child.

And anyway, it wasn’t the Jedi’s job to give answers, but rather to push people to understand for themselves.

Even though it was a concept I found difficult to grasp myself.

Anyway, that’s how I met Qimir.

He was Vernestra’s former Padawan, now promoted to Jedi Knight and independent in his duties, but he often visited us, either to seek advice from his old Master or just to ask how she was doing. I found him very sweet.

The first time I met him in person, I already knew his name. He had managed to stand out as soon as he started his duties as a Knight. Among the younger ones, there was a sense of reverence towards him even though we had never seen him in person. And besides, it was rumored that he was terribly handsome, not that it particularly interested me at the time.

I remember I was in the library with Vernestra, she had assigned me some basic readings to start my future physical training. Young ones are already taught at an early age to defend themselves and to learn various positions, but it was more about building an understanding of your Force signature, learning to trust your senses. The real training would then be individual for the student once they had a Master, so she had recommended these introductory readings on the various forms of combat and their use.

Those were afternoons I remembered with particular affection. Sitting in silence, she would take a more suitable book or bring her work documents on her datapad, and the hours would pass in an instant. Sometimes, I would glance at her to see what she was doing. She noticed every time, smiled slightly, and gently scolded me, telling me to return to my tasks.

I was happy. I felt cared for, appreciated, but not in the cold manner of a teacher with their student. It was a feeling I didn’t quite know how to place in my heart, and it worried me a bit, but I kept my doubts for another day.

On one of those quiet afternoons, I met Qimir. The room was particularly deserted that day, so the sound of footsteps approaching could be heard clearly along the shelves. Thinking it was the librarian, I didn’t pay much attention and remained with my nose buried in the book. Even when he stopped in front of our table I didn’t pay attention. Then, a deep male voice I didn’t recognize spoke Vernestra’s name.

Curiosity flared up in an instant, and as the two began a light conversation next to me, I slowly raised my gaze, the book almost serving as a shield, my hair partly covering my eyes. In front of us stood a young man in his twenties, dressed in the classic brown Jedi Knight attire, speaking casually to Vernestra. His slightly long, smooth hair, a light smile, and dark eyes framed by a chiseled jaw.

It was the first time I saw him. And the first time my heart beat so fast in my chest.

I didn’t know if it was because he was undeniably a handsome guy. I had never been too interested in that sort of thing, and anyway, it was forbidden for Jedi to have too impure thoughts. It was more... his aura. The amused smile but attentive eyes, the neat but relaxed posture... he seemed to shine with his own light. It was what I felt when I saw a member of the council, when I glimpsed Master Yoda in the corridors, reverence, respect, a bit of fear.

He was captivating, and he seemed to be aware of it.

I didn’t even realize that I had been staring at him longer than I should have. He noticed the insistent gaze on him. I must have looked quite ridiculous, a young girl hiding behind a book while staring at the great Jedi Knight, but the smile he gave me right after almost took my breath away as I blushed, perhaps for the first time in my life.

“And you must be the new Padawan who took my place. Nice to meet you, I’m Qimir” he said, extending a hand, and after casting a nervous glance at Vernestra, who was smiling at me, I hugged the book to my chest with one arm, my palm tingling, unsure whether to return the handshake.

Another inner turmoil came with that first touch. His hands had long, slender fingers, marked by numerous calluses, probably from gripping the lightsaber or the various missions he faced. It was just another reason why I started to admire him. I could see all the dots connecting in this figure that represented everything I wanted to become. A Jedi. A reference point for those in need.

I said my name in a low, timid voice, and he leaned towards me with a slight frown “Such a small voice, are you always like this, or am I making you nervous?” he joked, but I bit my lip, not knowing what to reply, I pulled my hand away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he began to gently rub my knuckles with his thumb.

“Leave her alone, Qimir. She’s shy, don’t start with your teasing” Vernestra scolded him, at which he let go. I hid my hand under the table, clenching it into a fist, my skin tingling.

“Sorry, sorry. It must be a relief for you to have someone like this after me” she sighed but didn’t deny it either, at which I let out a smile and he, noticing, winked at me.

That was the first time I had dealings with him. But soon I began to see him everywhere. When he wasn’t on a mission, he stayed around the temple, so I encountered him in the corridors, in the halls, in the meditation room, and he always had a kind smile for me.

He made me feel special even though I knew it was a selfish feeling. When I managed to study with other Padawans in the library or practiced in the courtyard, he always stopped by to give me a nod. My friends were jealous, but I wasn’t really offended. Qimir was... kind.

It was like seeing the Force alive and pulsing around him. It was impossible not to look at him, not to wish that he would glance at you even just once.

Everyone wanted to be like him. Charismatic. Confident. Everyone wanted to be his friend.

One of the first missions I did with Master Vernestra was another point of contact. Being young, I wasn’t yet allowed in particularly dangerous scenarios, not to mention that if there was one thing I was lacking in, it was combat. I followed the Master almost everywhere, political life was just as important in a Jedi’s path, and I had to understand the mechanics early on for when I would be older, even though they were often more moments of leisure.

The meetings lasted hours, often discussing places, people, and things I knew nothing about. I tried to stay focused, but it was really difficult, and even Vernestra thought I shouldn’t strain myself too much, so she let me roam around, maybe continue studying, or even just take a little break.

One day, ready to depart, we were loading the luggage onto the ship. We were going to spend a few days on Hoth, and I was incredibly excited since I had never experienced a planet with that kind of climate before. As I was lost in my thoughts, a light knock interrupted me. At the foot of the ramp, Qimir gave me a half-smile "Is there room for me too?" I was still intimidated by his presence since we had never really spoken before. I opened my mouth several times, glancing around awkwardly, not sure if he was teasing me or if I was too stupid to understand what he meant.

"I hope you didn’t bring your usual baggage" Vernestra said behind me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her, confused "Excuse me Master, is Qimir coming with us?" I struggled even to pronounce his name, it felt like an insult to do so, as if I didn’t have enough experience to earn such a privilege.

"What, you don't want me around?" he smiled as he walked up the ramp. I squirmed uncomfortably, realizing the embarrassing situation I had caused "N-no, I didn’t mean that—" He smiled even more, but Vernestra intervened again, scolding him "Give her some space Qimir."

The plan was simple: it was a diplomatic mission, and Qimir had joined us to study for a few days with his former master. I didn’t know exactly what he needed, but he wanted her advice. We left a few minutes later, and I avoided the control room like the plague. I only entered once to ask how much longer it would take, burning alive under Qimir’s gaze, then I shut myself in the bedroom and did my homework.

Hoth was as beautiful as it was freezing. But it was worth it; I had never seen such an immense expanse of white, the ground soft underfoot from the snow, the ice mountains, creatures I had never seen before. Vernestra stopped to talk to some locals, and I approached the enormous door overlooking the ice field. I wondered if the entire planet was like this. Did anyone live in those isolated areas? How could anyone survive in such a harsh climate?

A gloved hand rested on my back, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned, expecting to see my master, but under the hood, it was Qimir’s dark eyes that looked at me with a gentle smile on his face.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" he asked before turning back to look at the white expanse before us. I nodded hesitantly. Nervous about speaking to him, I bit my lip but managed to gather the courage "Do you know... if there’s anyone who lives in these lands?" He looked at me, puzzled, and I quickly corrected myself "I mean... besides the local species. Or aliens accustomed to these temperatures. Do you think others could live in a place like this?" He let out a small amused puff, "Well, we actually know for sure. There are many bandits or pirates hiding in these lands. Mainly to hide something, you know, it’s not worth sending search teams into snowstorms for a single man" he explained.

I made a sound of acknowledgment, but he continued "And if we’re talking about others... I think so. Someone who likes solitude or seeks peace. It seems like a good place not to be found" At that point, I turned toward him "Completely alone? It seems..." sad. But I was afraid to say it out loud, sadness wasn’t one of those emotions a Jedi should typically feel, but it felt natural to feel melancholy at the thought of people wanting to lose themselves in nothingness, to never be found again.

"Sad?" he seemed to read my mind "You see, emotions are very complicated to recognize. What might seem sad to you might mean peace to others. As Jedi, we often take many emotions for granted, but we often forget to give them context" I listened, hanging on his every word.

The conversation seemed... strange in some way. It made sense. Of course it did, he was older than me, had more experience in the field, and knew what he was talking about. I should have just nodded and thanked him for sharing those words.

I ignored the burning sensation I felt and thanked him in a faint voice It felt silly to do so, but it was the least I could do.

He smiled at me and gently took my hand "Let’s go, we need to warm up a bit. Trust me, in two more minutes, you won’t be able to feel the tip of your nose" he joked. I stifled a giggle and let him lead me inside toward the rooms. I didn’t know if it was because we were both wearing gloves or because of the conversation we had just had, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable being held by the hand.

A couple of days later, I was alone in one of the bases scattered across the ice. Vernestra was in a meeting and had forbidden me from attending due to the sensitivity of some of the information that would be exchanged. The problem was that these places weren’t particularly full of people or things to do. Yes, there was a bar area, but after the third cup of hot chocolate, I was afraid of pushing my stomach to the limit, so I stayed at the entrance, my feet in a pile of snow as I doodled or made small, questionable-looking statues.

I was so engrossed in the crooked little house I was shaping out of the ice that I didn’t notice the snowball being thrown in my direction.

I let out a startled yelp when it hit the hood on my head. I spun around just in time to see Qimir burst into laughter "Why did you do that?!" I stood up quickly, brushing the snow off my head.

"You looked so bored, I woke you up, didn’t I?" he chuckled.

I glared at him with a pout while he continued to laugh, so I decided to get revenge.

I bent down to grab a pile of snow, quickly making two balls. I threw the first one, but he easily dodged it.

He turned with an arrogant smile, ready to boast when the second one hit him square in the face.

I burst into laughter. He wiped the snow from his nose, his smile gone before bending down to grab more snow.

I shouted his name, realizing immediately what he was about to do, and started running through the snow with him on my heels. We didn’t even have time to make proper snowballs, we just grabbed the snow in our hands, compacted it as best we could, and threw it at each other in a never-ending war. Sometimes I noticed people giving us amused looks as they arrived or departed from the base, but I didn’t care, I was so happy that, for the first time, I didn’t even care what people thought of me.

An hour later, Vernestra called us back, giving us a confused look. She sighed and sent us to dry off. I felt a bit embarrassed at that moment, and I apologized for the childish behavior, but she smiled at me and assured me there was nothing wrong with what we had done.

In the end I took a full shower someone had left dinner on my bed, considering how long I had been under the hot water. I ate and, putting on one of the heavy local pajamas, decided to step out into the hallway to ask the Master what we would be doing the next day. I knew she wasn’t in bed yet, based on her nightly habits.

I walked down the hallway on the second floor, where the various guest rooms were located, when I noticed that her door was already open.

I approached slowly and immediately recognized Qimir’s voice.

"I’m just saying, if we block the main routes, they’d be forced to come out into the open" With a sense of curiosity, I pressed myself against the wall to peek into the room. The two were looking at an old map spread out on the table.

"I agree, but it would take too many resources, and we don’t know the exact times or routes. It would take a lot of time" she replied wearily. Qimir, standing next to her, bit his lip before flashing one of his smiles, "Or... we could sneak in"

She sighed again "The point is the same. We don’t have the resources—"

"I’ll go in myself. I’ll cut the power right under their noses, and—" She interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

"Do you realize what you’re saying? Sneaking in like a thief, and then what? Even if I let you do it, they could still escape, and..." He circled the desk, positioning himself in front of her, his back to me, so I barely heard what he said "No one said we need them alive—"

A sudden thud made me jump. I pressed my hands to my mouth, paralyzed, afraid they had heard me "No. Stop this nonsense, Qimir."

I don’t know what they said after that, I was too busy slipping back into my room, the conversation I had just overheard spinning in my head.

Sometimes, as a Jedi, you had to make drastic choices, right?

Or at least, it seemed that way.

I tried to forget about it and went to sleep.

[herefortarlos]

Favorite 911 Lone Star Fandom Memories 🚒

Thank you @thisbuildinghasfeelings for coming up with this lovely idea and thank you @strandnreyes @nancys-braids @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @she-walked-away @carlossreaders @nisbanisba @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @freneticfloetry @firstprince-history-huh @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet and @goldenskykaysani for all the tags! I read every single one of you favorite moments/memories and they made me emotional and so happy and grateful to know you all and be a part of this fandom! 💖

Anyone who considers themselves a fan of the show, regardless of how engaged with fandom you are, should participate and share if you want!

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Oh, where to begin?!? I am still in denial that it's coming to an end this Monday 🥲I haven't been thinking about it too much which is also why it took me a bit to write this and think of which fandom memories for me I wanted to highlight. I hope we'll all be there for each other if someone needs a little extra comfort in the days, weeks, months that follow! 💜

All the fanfiction, fanart, gifs, edits, etc. and the friends and good acquaintances made through them!

I will always be grateful to Tarlos and Lone Star because they got me to start regularly reading fics again! I used to have a 2 hour commute into NYC and I would read fanfic while sitting on the trains but doing that for 2 years unfortunately burned me out on fanfic and my previous obsession. From 2020 to late 2022, I didn't read much fic. It wasn't until I found Lone Star through FB clips and TK's iconic, "Sure ma'am but just so you know I am a homosexual", that I had found something new to obsess over and love to this degree! Tarlos and LS also brought me back to Tumblr and into fandom in the first place! After I binge watched the show up to season 3, I needed more Tarlos and so I looked through ao3 and started with tarlos fics by @rmd-writes! I saw Rae was on Tumblr and remembered that was where I used to always find fic writers to follow! So I made a new account specifically for the fandom, hello here for Tarlos 😂, and truly engaged in a fandom for the first time! I got to watch all of Season 4 live which was great, and loved seeing people's live reactions to everything on here and loved the codas, art and gif sets people made so quickly after the episode had aired!

And then of course I made fandom and lifelong friends! I started engaging in fandom by leaving unhinged and excitable tags on people's fics and works 😅, as I tend to do, and slowly started becoming mutuals with people! And then @heartstringsduet really opened me up by dming and thanking me for my tags on a fic of hers, and the rest is history 🥹. Michelle really helped me to feel open and comfortable on here and I decided to share my name with people and now I have friends that I know I'll keep in contact with despite the show ending! Some of the most kind, creative, talented, accepting and welcoming people are in this fandom and I am beyond grateful to Lone Star for introducing us! ❤️

The lead up to the Tarlos wedding!

Gahhhh, all the bts we got, and the press tour Ronen and Rafael went on and that Hello! photo shoot, pretty sure my heart stopped when we got those pictures, not to mention the 2 episode Season 4 finale! Now that was a time to be alive! It was treated like such a real wedding and there was so much amazing promotion and was definitely wedding of the year for me!

Discovering I was pansexual and being more open with my sexuality IRL!

I always knew I was queer back in college, although parts of high school definitely make more sense when I stopped to think about them 😂. But because I was in a straight presenting relationship, I never thought to be more open with my queerness? Sure I had those few friends that knew and that I could feel comfortable with, and I had 1 good fellow queer friend at the time to confide in, but I guess I was still learning things about myself and how much of me I wanted people to know? Anyways, Brian Michael Smith and Ronen's coming out story helped me to identify myself and encouraged me to be my authentic self with people! I got my first pride flag because of Lone Star, that I will continue to display outside my house to show that this is a safe place for people that need that, and have met so many diverse and other LGBTQ+ individuals because of it! And also because of that, a good irl friend of mine came out as trans to me first because she felt safe with me! So yeah, a lot of good things to thank a show like 911 Lone Star for 💗.

Finally, becoming a beta reader!

I have been so lucky and have the most fun having been a beta reader for many talented writers in this fandom! Getting to see and help people with their works before they're published, seeing lines and dialogue that I suggested go into the final fic! Without a doubt one of the best things this fandom has given me, along with the many friendships that started because of it! 💖

An OPEN and zero pressure tag for a few people that I don't think have done this yet. @reasonandfaithinharmony @ladytessa74 @carlos-tk @eclectic-sassycoweyes @paperstorm @dear-viv @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @emsprovisions @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @goodways @theghostofashton @henrygrass @lemonlyman-dotcom @guardian-angle22

[mariacallous]

(JTA) — Vivian Silver, a Canadian-Israeli peace activist who had been presumed kidnapped by Hamas, was declared dead after her remains were found at her home.

Her death was confirmed to JTA by multiple activists who said they were in touch with Silver’s family. Shifra Bronznick, a prominent Jewish social justice activist and lifelong friend of Silver’s, learned from Silver’s son that her remains were identified via her DNA. 

“Vivian was always persistent in the pursuit of peace and justice,” Bronznick told JTA on Monday evening. “She was a lifelong feminist, a committed activist, a fearless leader, an exceptional friend and a loving mother, wife and grandmother.”

Until Monday, Silver, 74, was assumed to be among the more than 200 people held captive by Hamas. She is now among the approximately 1,200 people murdered by the terror group in its Oct. 7 attack. Hamas terrorists killed more than 100 people at Silver’s home community, Kibbutz Be’eri, in one of the day’s worst massacres. 

She is one of several peace activists to have been killed or captured by Hamas on Oct. 7. Hayim Katsman, 32, who worked with Palestinians in the southern West Bank, was killed in his home in another community on the Gaza border. Yocheved Lifschitz, who helped ferry Palestinians from Gaza to medical care in Israel, was taken captive by Hamas and released in late October; her husband Oded, also involved in peace work, remains missing.

“A woman of infinite, deep, ongoing compassion, humanity and dedication to Arab-Jewish partnership and peace. Yes. Peace,” Anat Saragusti, an Israeli writer and feminist activist, wrote on social media in a post announcing Silver’s death. John Lyndon, the executive director of the Alliance for Middle East Peace, wrote that “she wanted to be free & at peace. Rest in power, Vivian.”

Silver’s sons, like the family members of many of those presumed hostage, lobbied extensively for her release, traveling the country and speaking to journalists around the world to call attention to her story. One son, Yonatan Zeigen, stood out for his calls for a ceasefire, an unusual position in Israel. He said he had learned from his mother to seek peace above all else.

“I would tell her, ‘Israel is dead. It’s hopeless,’ and she would say, ‘Peace could come tomorrow,’” Yonatan, a social worker in Tel Aviv told the Washington Post in a story published last week.

Chen Zeigen, her other son, is a doctoral student in archaeology at the University of Connecticut. She is also survived by four grandchildren.

On the day of the massacre, according to the Washington Post story, Silver took a call with a radio station where she pushed back against the idea that the Palestinians were “insane.” In messages with Yonatan, she expressed fear, frustration and love. “I’m with you,” he wrote to her. Her last message back to him was, “I feel you.”

Born in Winnipeg, Canada, she was the longtime director of  the Arab Jewish Center For Empowerment, Equality, and Cooperation, which organized projects joining communities in Israel, the Gaza Strip and the West Bank. In 2014, after the last major war between Israel and Hamas, she helped found Women Wage Peace, which promotes peace-building actions among women from all communities and across the political spectrum.

Speaking to Forbes in 2021 for a series on women who assist the vulnerable, Silver said she remembered feeling relief after the government built bomb shelters in Kibbutz Be’eri, which had been subject to rocket fire from Gaza for more than a decade.

“In 2009, the [Israeli] government only built shelters for communities that were four kilometers from the border. The community I live in is four and a half kilometers from the border, so we didn’t have shelters then,” Silver told Forbes. “Now we do, so psychologically we feel better, and we feel safer, and in fact, we are safer, we’re a lot safer than the people in Gaza.”

At a 2018 Women Wage Peace event on the Gaza border in 2018, she said that the Israeli government needed to change its approach in order to bring peace to the area. “Show the required courage that will bring changes of policy that will bring us quiet and security,” she said then, addressing the government. “Returning to the routine is not an option.”

Appealing to women across the border, she said, “Terror does not make anything better for anyone, you too deserve quiet and peace.”

Bronznick first met Silver in the early 1970s when both were involved in organizing a national conference of Jewish women. They remained friends and, for a period of six years, took an annual trip together — the last one was to Santa Fe, New Mexico. When Silver would stay at Bronznick’s home, she would prepare an Israeli breakfast, Bronznick recalled. 

“She would be passionately advocating for peace right now,” Bronznick said, referring to Israel’s war against Hamas, launched following the Oct. 7 attack. “She never gave up on bridge-building. She never gave up on making change. She never gave up on people… She always focused on people, children, what motivated them, what meant something to them.”

Before Oct. 7, Silver was due for another stay at Bronznick’s home in New York City in early December. On top of each of the days in Bronznick’s calendar, she had written “Viv.”

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Take the Lead” 

Author: IncandescentUmbrage @okayfinehereiam Artist: @Adromelke

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 20,000 words Tags:  Ballroom Dance, Dancing with the Stars AU, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Demisexual Castiel, Happy Ending Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Castiel is an asexual man engaged to be married to his longtime family friend Daphne. He has contented himself with this parent-ordained marriage of companionship, but as the wedding date draws nearer, Castiel finds he is struggling to accept his lifelong acquiescence to his parents' wishes. In a fit of pre-nuptial pique, he lets his brother Gabriel convince him to become a contestant on Dancing With the Stars: one last little rebellion before settling into the next chapter of his pre-approved life. 

Little does he know that meeting his assigned partner, newly promoted pro dancer Dean Winchester, is about to shake him to his very core. Yet, as the weeks progress and they both try to cope with the many challenges posed by the wildly popular TV show, Castiel is forced to confront the false foundations upon which his life has been built, and decide whether or not he has the courage to change them.

Excerpt: 

Castiel had learned very early on that it was wisest to pick his battles with his parents. His career had been one. He'd wanted to paint and sketch, but his parents had pushed him to choose something more "sensible" and "lucrative." Graphic design had been the compromise. Granted, his firm did very well, and allowed him an extremely comfortable lifestyle without having to rely on his parents' funding, but Castiel still found himself sighing wistfully every time he walked by his too-neglected painting room.

His marriage to Daphne, on the other hand, was a battle he just didn't have it in him to fight. He supposed it was his asexuality that made it easier to accept his family's urging to marry her. It wasn't like he was going to meet someone who would knock his socks off, and he got along well enough with her. It just didn't seem worth the effort to fight his parents about it, not when there were far worse things to endure than marriage to a friend.

Castiel let out another sigh. If he was already thinking of his impending marriage as something to endure, maybe Gabriel had a point about cutting loose. Lord knew there was a certain appeal to doing something his parents would strongly disapprove of. He was in his thirties, after all. Maybe it was time he started making his own choices, instead of continuing to let their parents dictate his life.

"Gabe," he said tiredly, "have I mentioned that I hate it when you're right?"

Posting date: February 16, 2025  

[covid-safer-hotties]

Almost 10% of US lung transplants go to COVID-19 patients. Researchers are learning why - Published Aug 21, 2024

Researchers from Michigan State University and Corewell Health, in collaboration with the Cleveland Clinic, have made a significant breakthrough in understanding post-COVID-19 lung complications.

The study, by Xiaopeng Li of MSU, Reda Girgis of Corewell Health and Kun Li of Cleveland Clinic's Florida Research and Innovation Center, was published in the American Journal of Respiratory Cell and Molecular Biology and highlights the role of a gene called ATP12A in promoting lung damage and excessive mucus production following COVID-19 infection.

COVID-19 infection activates this gene in the lungs, initiating progressive lung scarring that can eventually require a lung transplant. The collaboration investigated the biology behind climbing lung transplant rates among patients with post-COVID pulmonary fibrosis. Almost 10% of all lung transplants in the United States now go to COVID-19 patients, according to data from the United Network for Organ Sharing, or UNOS.

"Understanding how and why some individuals develop severe lifelong complications is critical to developing more effective post-COVID lung damage treatment," said Xiaopeng Li, associate professor in the MSU College of Human Medicine's Department of Pediatrics and Human Development.

Collaborating with Kun Li, Xiaopeng Li investigated ATP12A expression in lung samples from individuals undergoing lung transplantation. Clinical samples provided by Reda Girgis, medical director of Corewell Health's lung transplant program and a professor at MSU, confirmed elevated ATP12A levels in individuals with post-COVID-19 pulmonary fibrosis, akin to fibrosis unrelated to COVID-19.

"At Cleveland Clinic, we confirmed COVID-19 infection directly caused ATP12A levels to increase and contributed to pulmonary fibrosis," noted Kun Li.

This discovery lays the groundwork for potential therapeutic interventions, aiming to benefit all pulmonary fibrosis patients, irrespective of their condition's origin. The next step for the researchers is to unravel how infection elevates ATP12A levels and its contribution to pulmonary fibrosis, paving the way for improved treatments in the future.

Find the (paywalled) study at either link!

[the-apocalypse-is-upon-us]

KOMAHINA DOMESTIC SIMS ADVENTURES PART 2

Last time we left off, Hinata got abducted by aliens. In the meantime, Komaeda cooked his first meal without burning anything down! Yay!

...only for it to immidiately go bad...

woo...

On a brighter note, Komaeda rolled a want to propose to Hinata once he gets back, so that's something to look forward to!

So I made them go on a little date Downtown :^)

Success!

Of course, there were some supra natural occurences too...

But all's well that ends well! And Hajime showed the first signs of his preganancy! (at least the kid won't be born out of wedlock...)

But naturally, that won't stop either of them to do highly questionable activities in the meantime.

At least pennyroyal got something out of it...

And the this guy burst into our house and started being rude as fuck for no reason??

(me too hajime, me too...)

No time to waste though, baby timeeee!

More like, "Hinata suffering time", am I right? lol

Thankfully the birth was a success, and both parents seemed to take a liking to the baby.

It's a girl! I named her Nanami, in reference to Chiaki but also because 'Nanami' is also used by itself as a first name.

(you bet I filled her room with Komaeda's ugly ass brick toys)

And then a tree fucking exploded

Moving on, Hinata got promoted again and Komaeda learned the 'Lifelong Happiness' skill, which i have no absolute idea what it does, but the pop up after seemed to be pretty fitting for him.

GO GO GO! WEDDING TIME! BIRTHDAY TIME! WEDDING-BIRTHDAY COMBO TIME! SPEEDRUUUUUN!!!

It was a success! And Nanami aged up into a cute little toddler too!

With such a happy ending, i believe this is a good place to leave it. Join us next time...eventually.

[politicalprof]

The Banality of AI and the destruction of actual thought:

In my continuing exploration of the many ways AI is going to make it ever easier to say bland and innocuous things without having to think about it, I present the following prompt and response from Google Gemini for anyone interested.

For context, universities have for decades now been layering on new requirements intended to provide an "objective" basis for assessing why one candidate deserves tenure or not, or why one applicant deserves a grant or a job, etc. However, while these layers may be well-intended, in time they devolve into rote exercises that prove little beyond the fact that you know how to write certain types of statements "the right way." One such statement that is commonly required these days is a "teaching statement." It is ubiquitous for job applications, tenure and promotion files, and even some grant applications. Enjoy!

Prompt:

write a teaching statement for a tenure application that emphasizes my use of student-centered, active learning with the goal of developing my students' critical thinking skills

Response:

Teaching Statement

My approach to teaching is rooted in the belief that students learn best by actively engaging with course material and constructing their own understanding. I strive to create dynamic, student-centered learning environments that foster critical thinking, collaboration, and intellectual curiosity. My goal is not simply to transmit knowledge, but to empower students to become independent thinkers and lifelong learners.

Student-Centered Learning: I prioritize student engagement and agency in the learning process. I design my courses with a variety of active learning strategies, including:

Inquiry-based learning: I pose open-ended questions and present real-world problems that encourage students to explore concepts, formulate hypotheses, and develop solutions collaboratively.

Collaborative projects: I incorporate group work and peer learning activities that promote teamwork, communication, and the exchange of diverse perspectives.

Case studies and simulations: I use case studies and simulations to provide students with opportunities to apply theoretical knowledge to practical situations, analyze complex scenarios, and make informed decisions.

Reflective writing and discussions: I encourage students to reflect on their learning through journals, online forums, and class discussions, promoting metacognition and deeper understanding.

Developing Critical Thinking: A central focus of my teaching is to cultivate students' critical thinking skills. I explicitly teach and model these skills through:

Analyzing and evaluating information: I guide students in assessing the credibility, relevance, and bias of information sources, encouraging them to question assumptions and challenge conventional wisdom.

Constructing arguments and supporting claims: I provide opportunities for students to develop well-reasoned arguments, supported by evidence and logical reasoning.

Problem-solving and decision-making: I present complex problems that require students to analyze information, identify potential solutions, and evaluate their consequences.

Debates and discussions: I facilitate respectful and intellectually stimulating debates and discussions that encourage students to consider multiple perspectives and refine their own viewpoints.

Creating an Inclusive Learning Environment: I am committed to creating a welcoming and inclusive classroom where all students feel valued, respected, and supported in their learning. I strive to:

Establish clear expectations and learning goals.

Provide timely and constructive feedback.

Offer individualized support and guidance.

Promote a culture of respect and open communication.

Assessment and Continuous Improvement: I use a variety of assessment methods to measure student learning and inform my teaching practice, including:

Formative assessments: I use ongoing assessments, such as quizzes, in-class activities, and online discussions, to monitor student progress and provide timely feedback.

Summative assessments: I use exams, projects, and presentations to evaluate student learning outcomes and mastery of course content.

Student feedback: I actively solicit student feedback through course evaluations and informal surveys to identify areas for improvement and refine my teaching strategies.

Conclusion: I am passionate about teaching and dedicated to creating engaging and effective learning experiences for my students. I believe that my student-centered, active learning approach, with its emphasis on critical thinking, prepares students not only for success in their academic pursuits but also for meaningful engagement in their future careers and communities. I am committed to continuous growth as an educator and look forward to further developing my teaching practice at [Institution Name].

[accio-victuuri]

yibo-official weibo update

A letter written to "Wei Ruolai" 📪Every storm will pass, life is destined; thousands of sails ride on the waves, I would like to cherish it. Wei Ruolai, see you in the future.

To Ruolai:

Seeing letters is like meeting each other, good wishes for peace and kindness. It’s been more than half a month since I met you during the Spring Equinox. Looking back on the past, we met and got to know each other. Although the current situation is turbulent and foggy, you are always there. Sticking to your direction in the wind and rain, chase the wind thousands of miles, and keep walking.

You once said [If you come here, I will devote all your life to learning to serve the country] even if I failed in the interview, I was never discouraged. Still fighting for myself to get another job opportunity.

You once said [A wise young man will make a country wiser. A strong young man will make a country strong] while working at the Central Bank. You are full of enthusiasm and study hard.

You once said [So today’s responsibility does not lie with others, but with my young man] faced with an unexpected situation, you can give a speech on the stage with only wine and paper. Help superiors promote tariff reform at this moment. Your words have become the most powerful weapon to break through the stereotypes.

【I hope there will be no more wars in the country. I hope everyone can be happy] So even when you were in jail, you still never gave up. Accumulation and careful planning, revenge and hurt, comeback against the wind

[The stock market is inherently risky Central Bank Financial Institutions is not a welfare home] But a case of counterfeit currency caused the collapse of construction treasury bonds The mastermind behind the scenes is on the looseYour neighbor and friend are cornered by jackals.Your persistence has collapsed and you gradually feel confused

You asked, So have you stayed true to your heart?

You said, I'm really ashamed to be in this mountain

You chose to leave Shanghai and arrive at the Soviet Area. Embark on the journey to chase the wind again. it's here, you say, you found what you want to do. Devote your life to faith. I want to go to Ruijin and walk the same path my brother walked.

You used yourself as bait to outsmart the Counterfeit Banknote Factory. You put yourself at risk, transporting tungsten thousands of miles. You put your life and death at risk just to complete the task. I know this is your ideal. It is also your lifelong belief.

Wei Ruolai, please believe that all the sweat of your hard work, none of it will be in vain. because of the light of the red star will illuminate the whole valley into a prosperous future. It will be as you wish.

The book is full of words, the paper is short but the love is long, Wei Ruolai, cherish it.

[eternal-echoes]

“Most people have never heard of the hijra, sādhin, or fa'afafine. As a result, when such names are used in gender theory classes to promote the idea of a "third gender," most students have no option but to listen and "learn." A closer examination of these titles reveals that they don't fit neatly into the Western concept of gender. One reason for this, according to Towle and Morgan, is that "The third gender' concept lumps all nonnormative gender variations into one category, limiting our understandings of the range and diversity of gender ideologies and practices."(6)

Perhaps the most glaring example of this is the fact that segregating sexuality from gender is a distinctively Western concept. This can be seen in popular catchphrases such as, "Sexuality is who you go to bed with, but gender is who you go to bed as." In many cultures, the two are intertwined: Your masculinity or femininity are revealed by how you express your sexuality.

Take, for example, the hijras (also known as kinner). Within parts of Indian culture, these are sexually impotent males who have their genitals removed in a ritual, while facing an image of a goddess, to achieve ritual powers. They often wear women's clothing, assume their mannerisms, take on feminine names, have male sexual partners, and are often used as prostitutes. However, according to anthropologist Adnan Hossain's research of hijras in Bangladesh, their identity is rooted more in their sexuality than in their religious roles.(7) They are not understood to be women. Rather, they are castrated males considered within Hinduism to have received a calling from their goddess. If they refuse to assume this role, their punishment is that they will be reborn impotent seven times.(8)

Another gender variant within Indian culture is the sādhin. These are young women who refuse to marry and sometimes take on certain traditionally male roles. Within traditional Hindu culture, the only accepted roles for a female are those of wife and mother. Since the sādhin do not embrace these roles, they form their own social niche. However, they are not considered to have changed their sexuality.

Rather than labeling such a person a "third gender," a more accurate understanding could be gained by understanding the social pressures that might influence a young Hindu woman to choose celibacy. The Hindu moral legal text Manu Smriti-which has been quoted in supreme court judgments in India-contains regulations regarding a woman's role within marriage.(9) It states, "Though destitute of virtue, or seeking pleasure (elsewhere), or devoid of good qualities, (yet) a husband must be constantly worshipped as a god by a faithful wife."(10) If a woman opts out of marriage because she finds this lifelong misogynistic arrangement to be less than ideal, she does not cease to be a woman. To use her experience to prove gender theory is reductive and unconvincing.

Samoan culture provides another example where a foreign concept of gender doesn't fit the into Western framework. The word fa’afafine means "like a woman" or "in the manner of a woman. These are effeminate males who often take on the social roles of women and dress accordingly. However, they don't typically experience distress over their bodies or seek surgical changes. Paul Vasey, a Canadian psychology professor, explains:

If a fa’afafine went to New Zealand or Australia and had a sex-change operation and returned to Samoa, no one in Samoa would say that individual is now a woman... But traditional, non-Western frameworks for understanding masculine women or feminine men as "third genders" are often warped when viewed through a Western lens, which reinterprets them as transwomen or transmen. It's a type of colonialism.(11)

-Jason Evert, Male, Female, or Other: A Catholic Guide to Understanding Gender

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Work cited:

6) Towle and Morgan, "Romancing the Transgender Native," 672.

7) Cf. Adnan Hossain, "Beyond Emasculation: Pleasure, Power, and Masculinity in the Making of Hijrahood in Bangladesh" (doctoral dissertation, University of Hull, UK).

8) Cf. Serena Nanda, Gender Diversity (Long Grove, IL: Waveland Press: 2014), 31.

9) Cf. Atindriyo Chakraborty, "Manusmriti and the Judiciary-A Dangerous Game," Counter Currents.Org, July 27, 2000.

10) Cf. Manu Smriti in Sanskrit with an English translation at https://www.indiadivine.org/content/files/file/644-manu-smriti-in-sanskrit-with-english-translations-pdf/.

11) As quoted in Joyce, Trans, 36.

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For more recommended resources on gender dysphoria, click here.

[lesbiancarat]

[230428] pledis_boos Instagram Update

you were someone who made me see the world differently it's hard to get along with someone this well

we walked for hours with no destination captured pretty views in our camera got lost in thought looking at the night sky sang in the streets while drunk on alcohol [you] always charged my phone for me when i fell asleep drunk [you] said we should exercise even when it's pouring, so we climbed namsan while getting hit by the rain if we ordered some late-night food because we got the munchies and then slept, we'd send each other photos the next morning of who's puffier/more bloated when we ate, you'd look at me with content and say "father you're eating so well (written in an accent/dialect)" we've laughed at useless things, got red in the face and fought about useless things, and didn't contact each other despite feeling sad because we let our pride get in the way, but eventually missed each other and apologized made up and had even more fun after that as if it never happened worked hard as much as we played hard you're admirable for even doing that so well you monitored me more attentively than anyone and respected me more than anyone you were kind and well-mannered to everyone around me, so if you ever came up, everyone would praise you you were happy and sad for me for every moment, as if it was yours to my friend bin, whom saying "i love you" to wasn't awkward or embarrassing, and who hugged and comforted me until the very end saying you're a good person is not even close to [who you are] you're my lifelong pride given all of this, i can live with pride saying that i was your closest friend, right?

if i want to see you, i can see you, if i want to hear you, i can hear you i really believe you're looking after me from heaven you're gonna monitor me during this promotion too right? i'm gonna reflect on your feedback so look after me, i'm gonna get through this somehow while thinking you're watching

i was so honored to be your friend and thank you for being my friend thank you again for making me learn and feel so many things

just be whoever you want up there, let go of the responsibility, pressure, and guilt do everything you want and wait for me i'm going to bear with everything and live on i'm going to take care of your people/loved ones and live making lots of memories so that our memories don't become a blur one bit i'll spread all of the memories i hold with you for at least everyone who loved you in those moments, i hope you can watch while smiling with content again if there's anything you need, come to me in my dreams you're my friend in the next life no matter what see you up there! i'll give you a tight hug as soon as i see you i love you a lot🫶 you worked hard, bin.

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[deusvervewrites]

Thoughts and opinions on the current state of the MHA manga?

That's hard to say given the cliffhanger elements of the most recent chapter.

Now that the Final War Arc is over I can give my thoughts on that. It's interesting that each member of the League vanishes after their defeat. We haven't seen Spinner, Toga, and we only got a glimpse of Dabi this chapter. That feels like it's building to something.

I liked Toga and Dabi both collapsing at the end of a confrontation where their counterpart(s) reached out to them, but Toga sacrificed herself for someone else for the first time in her life while Dabi had to have his ass kicked like eight times before he stayed down, and his fight ends with him finally getting his father to listen to him.

I think "Decay used to be Overhaul" is a bit overly complicated when it could have easily been its own Quirk that AFO gave him. As it stands it raises some questions, like, "Can Overhaul do this shit?" Or, "Since it was confirmed that Overhaul's orphanage was run by AFO, why didn't AFO use Overhual himself ever?" Okay we know that last one is because AFO sucks and hates learning Quirks, but you know what I mean.

I liked how the Final War brought out the best in people who had been shown in not-great light before, like Death Arms and The President of the United States.

Midnight's death has only gotten worse. It was fridging before and it's fridging now, but now it has the added bonus of pretending that it was going somewhere and then not going there. That scene with Ashido and Midnight's killer really added a whole lot when... we cut back to it and nothing happened and the killer was gone and didn't matter. Her death did not matter and has continued to not matter and I don't understand why she was killed in the first place.

All For One's final defeat is oddly similar to the end of Demon Slayer, complete with him having a baby form that fades away to nothing and then making a last stand in a stolen body that rejects him.

I don't like that Midoriya is losing One For All. Congratulations on your lifelong health issues in your arms, you have literally nothing to show for it. Everything you learned in your first year no longer fucking matters because you need an entirely different fighting style. Who knows, I might come around on this depending on how things play out.

(Bakugou losing his Quirk is something I've alluded to before as something I think would be cool. I'm less impressed by him hearing that Midoriya is losing his Quirk and breaking down in tears because now they won't be "competing" as if Midoriya could only compete with a Quirk. I'm sure it's not the intended reading but Bakugou's character development backslides so often for 'comedy' that I've lost faith in it during serious moments.)

I know some people don't like Midoriya reaching a hand out to save Shigaraki when he's killed so many people, but, like, that's kind of the whole theme of the work and I'm never going to advocate for any media which promotes killing the enemy as the best solution to the problem, especially because Shigaraki not only has a point, but he's like 20 years old and spent all 20 of those years being groomed and manipulated. I'm glad Midoriya reached his hand out. And, yes, while I dislike the loss of OFA, giving it away piece by piece to end AFO forever was symbolically cool.

The MLA War Arc still fucking sucked.

[gatheringbones]

[“Listen to me: It is not gauche to write about trauma. It is subversive. The stigma of victimhood is a timeworn tool of oppressive powers to gaslight the people they subjugate into believing that by naming their disempowerment they are being dramatic, whining, attention-grabbing, or else beating a dead horse. By convincing us to police our own and one another’s stories, they have enlisted us in the project of our own continued disempowerment.

Believe me, I wish this horse was dead. Take a few of many, many such statistics in a grossly underreported set of crimes: the National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey recently found that 13.1 percent of lesbians, 46.1 percent of bisexual women, and 17.4 percent of heterosexual women have been raped, physically assaulted, or stalked. According to RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network), an American is sexually assaulted every sixty-eight seconds, and one in six women the victim of rape or attempted rape. TGQN (transgender, genderqueer, nonconforming) students are more often sexually assaulted than non-TGQN students. Indigenous Americans are twice as likely to experience a sexual assault as an American of any other race.

Just as the justice system was not designed to protect or enact justice for all (and often was designed to protect those with the most power from their harms against those with less), the values of literary publishing were not designed to support or promote all stories. This has been shifting in recent years, but I have learned not to overestimate the speed of institutional change. A little bit after a long time of nothing can be easy to mistake for more than it is. Still, the dominant culture tells us that we shouldn’t write about our wounds and their healing because people are fatigued by stories about trauma? No. We have been discouraged from writing about it because it makes people uncomfortable. Because a patriarchal society wants its victims to be silent. Because shame is an effective method of silencing.

I used to scoff at memoirs and I was embarrassed to admit that I had started writing one. It was a serious book, I insisted regularly, not only concerned with my experience but with ideas. Now, this practice strikes me as similar to how, as a lifelong feminist who prefers sex and partnerships with women, I have been insisting for my entire life that I’m not an angry man-hating lesbian. That I hate the systems, not the people. Of course I do not hate every man. The very fact that I, and so many women, are compelled to incessantly reassure them of this is more evidence of our continued oppression.”]

melissa febos, from body work: the radical power of personal narrative, 2022

[fantastic0fairy]

The creative world of neurodiversity

In recent years, the concept of neurodiversity has gained significant attention, reshaping how we perceive neurological differences such as autism, ADHD, dyslexia, and other cognitive variations. Far from being deficits, these differences can be powerful sources of creativity and innovation. This blog entry delves into the creative potentials within the neurodiverse community, exploring how these unique perspectives enrich our world. We invite readers to engage in a vibrant discussion about the impacts and contributions of neurodiversity to creativity.

Understanding Neurodiversity

Neurodiversity refers to the idea that variations in the human brain regarding sociability, learning, attention, mood, and other mental functions are normal and should be recognized and respected. This concept challenges the traditional view of neurological differences as disorders that need to be cured or fixed. Instead, neurodiversity promotes the acceptance of all cognitive differences as part of the natural spectrum of human diversity (Armstrong, 2010).

Creativity and Neurodiversity

Neurodiverse individuals often exhibit exceptional creativity. For instance, people with autism might display remarkable skills in areas such as art, music, and mathematics. Temple Grandin, a renowned scientist and autism advocate, attributes her success in animal science to her ability to think in pictures, a trait common among many autistic individuals (Grandin, 2006). Similarly, individuals with ADHD might excel in creative fields due to their ability to think divergently and generate a multitude of ideas quickly (Eisenberg & Strikwerda-Brown, 2011).

The Role of Different Perspectives

Neurodiverse individuals often approach problems from unique angles, offering fresh perspectives that can lead to innovative solutions. For example, historical figures like Albert Einstein, who showed signs of dyslexia and ADHD, revolutionized physics with their unconventional thinking patterns. Such diverse cognitive styles can be invaluable in collaborative environments, fostering a culture of creativity and out-of-the-box thinking (West, 2014).

Challenges and Support

While the creative potential of neurodiverse individuals is immense, they often face significant challenges. Society's misunderstanding and stigmatization of neurological differences can hinder the ability of these individuals to express their talents fully. Providing support through inclusive education, workplace accommodations, and social acceptance is crucial for unlocking their creative potential (Singer, 2017).

Inclusive Practices in Education and Workplaces

Inclusive practices in education and workplaces can make a significant difference. Schools that implement flexible teaching methods and workplaces that offer tailored support and accommodations can help neurodiverse individuals thrive. For instance, project-based learning and the use of technology can cater to different learning styles, while flexible work hours and quiet workspaces can enhance productivity and creativity (Armstrong, 2010).

The Future of Neurodiversity and Creativity

The future of neurodiversity is promising. As awareness and acceptance grow, we are likely to see a greater appreciation for the contributions of neurodiverse individuals in various fields. Encouraging diversity in thought and experience not only enriches our culture but also drives innovation and progress.

Try reflecting on these questions ”How has neurodiversity impacted your life or the lives of those around you?” “ What steps can society take to better support and celebrate neurodiverse individuals?” And feel free to leave your comments below with your experiences and opinions in order to engage with others in this enlightening discussion, on the creative world of neurodiversity!

References

Armstrong, T. (2010). Neurodiversity: Discovering the Extraordinary Gifts of Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia, and Other Brain Differences. Da Capo Lifelong Books.

Eisenberg, D., & Strikwerda-Brown, J. (2011). ADHD and creativity: Exploratory and confirmatory findings. Journal of Creative Behavior, 45(1), 1-24. https://doi.org/10.1002/jocb.24

Grandin, T. (2006). Thinking in Pictures: My Life with Autism. Vintage.

Singer, J. (2017). Neurodiversity: The Birth of an Idea. Judy Singer.

West, T. G. (2014). Thinking Like Einstein: Returning to Our Visual and Active Roots in Education, Learning, and Research. Prometheus Books.

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SECRETS OF YOGA

Yoga is a holistic practice that encompasses much more than just physical postures. Here are some lesser-known secrets of yoga that reveal its deeper benefits and philosophies:

Mind-Body Connection: Yoga emphasizes the link between mind and body. Through breath control (pranayama) and meditation, practitioners learn to cultivate awareness and harmony within themselves.

Energy Flow: The concept of prana (life energy) is central to yoga. Various poses and breathing techniques are designed to enhance the flow of energy throughout the body, promoting vitality and well-being.

Meditative State: Many yoga styles incorporate meditation, helping to calm the mind and reduce stress. Regular practice can lead to a greater sense of inner peace and clarity.

Holistic Healing: Yoga can be a powerful tool for physical, mental, and emotional healing. It encourages mindfulness and self-acceptance, helping individuals cope with anxiety, depression, and other challenges.

Philosophical Foundations: The roots of yoga lie in ancient texts like the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, which emphasize ethical living, self-discipline, and personal growth, beyond just physical practice.

Adaptability: Yoga is not one-size-fits-all. It can be adapted for individuals of all ages and abilities, making it accessible to everyone.

Breath as a Tool: Breath control (pranayama) is vital in yoga. It not only enhances physical performance but also helps in regulating emotions and promoting relaxation.

Community and Support: Practicing yoga in a group fosters a sense of community and support, which can enhance motivation and accountability.

Mindfulness and Presence: Yoga encourages being present in the moment, which can improve focus, reduce distractions, and enhance overall quality of life.

Lifelong Journey: Yoga is not just a workout but a lifelong journey of self-discovery and growth. It invites practitioners to explore their limits and expand their horizons both on and off the mat.

These aspects of yoga contribute to its popularity and effectiveness as a practice for enhancing overall well-being.

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