#Weird things about American schooling

[madlymaxine]

Not only did we have to do this when I was in high school, it was used as the jumping off point for a multidisciplinary introduction to modern family life.

We had to learn how to care for our egg-taped-to-flour-bag-babies from basics like clothing and faux feeding them (demonstrated in log books) to learning how to correctly install car seats and setting up home budgets with varying monthly incomes and different family makeups. We later had to do presentations to each other to demonstrate how much easier or difficult the task was based on the random hand we were dealt (a great primer to the perils of capitalism.)

Even the engineering classes we all had to take had us budget and model nurseries in whichever drafting and design programs we were using that semester. We also got certified in infant CPR at this time and I still remember the surreal scene of all our dressed up flour sack babies looking down from their tables behind us as we practised on the creepy CPR mannequins.

This was all over the course of 2 or 3 weeks and as weird as it sounds it was probably the best and most useful period of learning I experienced in the entire time I was in school.

okay americans i gotta ask because as an European i grew up with lots of american shows and cartoons and in a lot of them there was an episode where they give the protags a doll or an egg or a bag of flour or whatever and told them pretend to be its parents or something

[neurotic-sinkhole]

the blonde, hollister ad, district 1 tribute, upper middle class lookin dudes from american high shorts are BROTHERS?????

[raedear]

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[cidnangarlond]

wanting to write a story out of a dream I had but it's really just american "battle royale"

[dontmindme2600]

Every time a good anime/manga with a really unique and stylized look comes out, everyone tries to hype it up by being like “yeah the art style is really weird and ugly, but the plot and action are top notch!!” And it’s like. My god you guys are so boring. Like it would be one thing if all the shows people said this stuff abt actually looked super ugly but like. Most of the time it’s a very nice looking and not even that weird?? Some of them can even look pretty generic. And I feel like these people aren’t appreciating how well thought out a lot of the art direction in the stylized stuff is. They just see something that’s different from what they’re used to and go “oh my god! It’s ugly.”

[summerhighlandfalls]

Oh but actually while we’re talking about what happened at my school today if you make fun of people from the USA for school shootings please take time to step back and consider if what you’re doing is at all helpful or ethical. There’s a preschool in the same building as my school and they had to evacuate 2-5 year olds and explain to them that there might be someone in the building who had a gun and could hurt them today. I don’t think jokes about the American school shootings are appropriate to make if you’ll never have to fear being a victim of one. There are thousands of things to criticize the US government for, and I encourage doing so, but aiming ‘jokes’ about school shootings and the state of gun control in the US at the people who could very plausibly be victims of these crimes is needlessly cruel and not genuine criticism of the government here

[atopvisenyashill]

(with no expectations or pressure intended) i hope you do post something about how the fandom is weird about dorne, bc even as segmented into little mini standoms as the fandom is, all the corners have their own brand of Being Weird About Dorne. sometimes even posts that discuss racist aspects of grrm's worldbuilding and lopsided povs will be weird and act like anti-dorne racism just doesn't exist within the narrative and so has no place in meta and theories

i’ve thought about it tbh because yes, basically every mini standom has their own specific weird opinion about dorne, like to the point that i will see the weirdest opinions On My Dash, just like a single line in otherwise fine meta and it makes me insane!!!! i get we all have our blind spots and hang ups and biases but it does feel like sometimes people will just go “george doesn’t characterize dorne well enough” and then that’s it. that’s all the reflection they do which is Crazyyyy because we get think pieces about every other ethnic group in westeros, every other house, but every time someone digs into dorne they get like 50 weirdos yelling at them. i definitely think i’d want more knowledge of the moors and the maghreb before i do something more in depth beyond bitching and specific character and scene analysis because it’s like - idk if you’ve seen that movie a thousand years of solitude but it’s really similar racism where it’s a one two punch of old school “the exotic and free east” with a very american “but don’t worry we all know middle easterners are white!!” that turns into this hellish pit of discourse lmao.

i think a really good example of that is oberyn - i have seen (again On My Dash, in the vs tag, we’re not talking show only locals we’re talking people who have read and reread this series) people say he’s white bc dorne is spanish (give me a fucking break), he’s “white coded”, he’s not bisexual, he has no redeeming qualities, he takes his “vendetta” over elia & her children too far, and all of this is said by people who will acknowledge that dorne isn’t fleshed out as much by the narrative bc of george’s biases. it’s a thing i call the raven reyes effect from my cursed the 100 fandom days, where fans will notice and rightly acknowledge a character of color is written in a lopsided way compared to the white characters, but then go out of their way to not engage with that character the way they do white characters. it is. frustrating to say the least.

[baekuras]

still amazed at my friend who is oh so politically activate and climate change and racism and bla bla bla the usual

but then uses chat gpt to write e-mails

siR

[vivalasthedas]

i hope when veilguard comes out people will like... let people dissect it and be critical and very 'the curtains were blue symbolized xyz' and not get shitty about that way of engaging with things you enjoy and claiming that any negative opinion is 'fandom drama'.

like for sure if you don't like talking about that shit, great, don't engage, leave it alone. But the amount of times you'll be having a perfectly fun talk about biowares Unfortunate Implications because of their constant statement of real world parallels and inspirations and their handling of shit in game and how that unintended outcome effects their intended story or something and someone comes along and like fandom high horses about how it's not that deep let people enjoy things why are you being so negative whine whine bitch bitch about it is wild.

Let people engage with fandom however they enjoy. For some that will be Big Think. It will be analyzing shit, no matter their skill level at doing so, and digging into it. If that's not it for you, that's awesome! I'm sure most people like both at different times, different moods, different media properties. Sometimes you want to get in the fandom place and go 'i bet this blorbo would cry if their tamagotchi died' and other times you want to talk about the accidental 'colonialism is good' narrative in the scifi movie you just watched or how xyz thing is part of a larger character motif about 123.

Respect whatever the fuck fandom means to other people, and just don't engage with shit you don't want to. Either direction. Don't go on posts of people being silly goofy and happy and be a jag, don't go on posts being negative or critical about something and get mad about people being negative. Grow up. Move on. None of it matters.

[hpmort]

As much as antis and such are a problem, I have to admit that when I was in elementary school I read Candle Cove and somehow became convinced that I would commit murder as a result of it(????) so when I think about that I start to kind of see where they’re coming from? Especially since when I was in middleschool things got so bad that I wanted to do so.

Of course, I didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be typing this now if I had; the only human I ever got close to killing was myself, and that was at my darkest moments where I was suffering from horrific and untreated chronic pain, the source of which went undiagnosed so long that it is a miracle that I can walk

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

Am I Enough ?

summary : Alfred unexplainably dislikes a certain Wayne member and is hellbent on making her life as miserable as it can get .

What does it take to make a person break ? What does it take to make a person want to pull apart themselves from within ? What makes a person want to drown themselves in an unimaginable abyss and let its infinite darkness swallow them hole ?

Well, if you asked name, it would be watching Alfred treat every other family member with the utmost respect and love, but when it comes to her , he is cold and unforgiving .

Sometimes , name sits in her room and reflects - sometimes she thinks she's being dramatic - taking things out of portion . Maybe Alfred hadn't made her any dinner like everyone else because he was tired ? Maybe he didn't offer to patch up her bleeding wounds because he had to tend to Tim's scar ?

Name can't tell you how many excuses she had made for that man and his odd behavior towards her . Was it because she was a product of Bruce's one night stands ? It has to be impossible because he treats Damian with utmost care despite their constant back and forts and his own creation.

Is it because she was abnoxious ? That would explain the glare he shot her whenever she spoke during dinner . She tried - lord knows name - tried apologizing to the older head so many times over the years she has lived and served under Bruce Wayne, but the older head would always dismiss her .

Name pretends it's not a big deal - a pathetic attempt of dealing with her problems, but what else was she to do ? Alfred was so loved and appreciated in this family that if she dared speak something ill against him - she shivered and dreaded the consequences .

She already knows what they would tell her , " Name, don't be so dramatic Alfred has served us for so long be appreciative" , " Name , not everyone has to like you , I thought you were more mature than this " , " Name , you can't be this ridiculous ".

Thoughts like these swirl around her head like a violent tornado whenever she so much has a silver of confidence to approach anyone on the topic . So, name feigns ignorance to the topic . Whenever Dick questions why Alfred can't simply drop her to school , name just lies about wanting to walk to school and back instead .

Whenever questioned why she cleans up after herself instead of leaving it to Alfred by Stephanie, name just laughs it off to being independent. She gets weird looks from Jason every time she shuffles a sandwich she made for herself for dinner , instead of the five-star meal, Alfred made them .

She always made excuses for that man, but lord - those that man hate her . She remembers in 8th grade when she felt sick, and she opted to stay home that day . Around noon, she had entered the kitchen for a drink when Alfred spotted her and began his berating.

" Name Wayne , your father spends thousands behind your tuition not so that you can discard it so recklessly to be a nobody." Name was so embarrassed that she simply shut herself in her room after that.

To make it even worse , Alfred had complained to Bruce about it right after, and she got a lecture from him too about how important academics were . That wasn't the worst of it - the worst was when she had her guy friend over in the library to study for an exam, and Alfred spotted them and accused her of being a hooker .

Any bits of sympathy and respect she held for that man died that day . Since then, they've been icy to one another , always sneering and glaring at one each other whenever they can .

Name is happy to report that since she turned 18 , she has long since left the mansion and has been living her life in New York . Far away from Gotham , far away from Alfred and far away enough to live her life without some old geaser up her behind .

She till works for Bruce, always sending over whatever bit of intel she found to him or Tim. Years passed like this, and name has yet to visit the manor since , to the point it's a running joke between Jason and Dick that he himself visits more than her .

The batfam likes to joke about every year around that it would take a ' Christmas miracle ' for name to show up, not knowing that Alfred purposely doesn't send her any invitations or the way Tim always suggests " we can make name bring the mash potatoes so she hasto join us ! " During Thanksgiving dinners .

As much as Bruce laughs and entertains the jokes , he always wondered why you never came , always wondered if they harmed you someway or how that made you want to distance yourself from them.

It all came down to a week before Christmas , and the batfam was busy helping preparations and ensuring the safety of Gotham was at its best this holiday . Bruce had just come back from patrol and was busy typing away at his computer when Alfred approached him with dinner.

" Alfred please prepare a room for name " Bruce says after a few beats of silence have passed . Alfred stills - almost dropping the platter of food . " Excuse me Master Wayne but what ?" Alfred asks - too shocked - too stunned by the request . He thought he gotten rid of you for good why - why now ?

Bruce raised an eyebrow at this , " I asked for you to prepare a room for Name , I have invited them over for Christmas " Bruce says once again , this time his voice firm . Alfred blinks his eyes - he can't belive it - can't grasp the fact that after all these years Bruce still cared about you of all people .

Before Alfred can even argue about it - Damian and Dick whom overheard the conversation eagerly approaches them . " Hmph my competent sibling would make this Christmas snowball fights ever so more winnable for us " Damian says with a smirk- he's already plotting in his head the shenigans the both of you can do to poor Jason.

Dick rolled his eyes but had a cheesy smile plastered on , " No way in hell you got name to come back home old man " Dick laughs out as he ruffles through Bruce's hair . Bruce stares at them all with a pokerface , " I personally talked with them and requested their presence this Christmas and told them it was non-negotiable "

Dick laughs , " You're treating them like they're Jason and would rather ship themselves to the sun than come home " . Damian nods his head to this , " My sibling is more competent than that idiot " . A batrang is then thrown at his head to which Damain eagerly dodges .

" SHUT UP YOU LITTLE GREMLIN " Jason shouts in the distance , Tim's laughter echoing right after . A fight begins to ensue and Bruce returns back to his work - ignoring everyone while Alfred is stood there frozen in disbelief .

A week passed a name is standing in front of the looming mansion. Nothing has changed since the day she left - especially the scowling old man awaiting in the foyer for her . " Good evening Alfred " Name greets him as she removes her coat and hangs it on the hanger . " It would of been a better evening if you never came " Alfred says before walking away . Name scowled - ' why does he always have a stick up his behind ?' She thinks as she invited herself inside.

' Also what was the point of waiting for her if he'd just walk away ?' Name thinks to herself as she seats herself in the dinner table . " NAME !! " Stephanie exclaims at her arrival. Beside her , Tim embraces her and Jason flicks her forehead .

" Name welcome back " Bruce greets her at the head of the table . Name smiles at her dad - a sense of happiness fills her , after years of celebrating the holidays alone or among friends , she's happy to be back home amoug them.

" We missed you name like Damian literally cried when you left " Dick says with a giggle . Damian angrily shoves him off his seat , " Shut up grayson that literally never happened " .

Name laughs but was interupted by a Alfred's cough. " Dinner is served masters " he says as he places plates in front of everyone except name . " Where is Name’s plate ?" Tim asks - breaking the comfortable silence . Everyone turns to Alfred who quickly feigns ignorance . " Apologies Master Drake I am afraid I forgot Name was visiting and hadn't prepared anything "

Bruce and Damian both quirk their eyebrows in confusion because all week - they've both been talking about your arrival how can he simply forget ? . Name awkwardly laughs , " It's alright everyone I'll make myself a sandwich-" She tries to excuse herself but is stopped when Jason angrily bangs his hands against the table .

" This is absolutely ridiculous Alfred I know you hate them but to be this petty?" He argues . Silence envelops the table - name stunned because how the hell did Jason know about any of this ? How did he notice ?

" Jason that's a wild accusation -" Tim starts but Jason cuts him off . " No listen - I don't know how none of you ever noticed but name always has to make their own food - I've never seen Alfred cook them anything " Jason points out .

The table is silent again . " Alfred why is that ?" Bruce asks . Alfred fumbles abit but clears his throat . " Name prefers to make her own meals " he lied . Everyone turns to name who's practically sinks in her own seat from the heated stares .

" Is this true Name ?" Bruce enquires sternly . " Yes ?" Name pathetically lies and curses herself internally. Damian glances at her and then at Alfred . " What is the meaning of this Alfred ?" He orders . Alfred has to steel himself from within before answering , " nothing of the sort master we just don't get along " was his excuse .

Silence draws out once more . " Why ?" Dick asks as he looks between you both . Name stayed silent before answering, " I don't know what I did - I tried apologizing but nothing changed " .

" Wait name !! " Bruce calls after her but it was too late she had already left, never to return home again .

Alfred shoots her a harsh glare , " It is because this family can do without her existence " and with that Alfred leaves the room without another word . Silence once again draws out but was broken by name pushing her seat back . " Was nice having dinner with you guys but I must leave " she says before hurriedly making her exit .

[enjoyerofstories]

Other headcanons:

Bree and Nick love ice skating (I imagine Sel thought he would be good but he was, in fact, terrible lol)

No one can beat Bree and Alice in a snowball fight. They also take the building of snowmen next level/too seriously

Nick and Sel loved to go sledding when they were children. They always chose the highest hill they could find

Imagine the trio making snow angels <3

I'm not that good at headcanons but:

Out of the trio, bree was the one who believed for the longest time in santa. When kids in her class would start a debate about whether santa exists or not, she used to be one of those who adamantly said he exists (idk about others but i remember that in primary school my classmates had this debate twice). Even though i think she likes halloween more, she still loves christmas. Her favourite activity was making gingerbread houses with her mom (sometimes alice and her father helped) (it hurt to put that "was" 😭). This is why she is kind of an expert when it comes to gingerbread. She usually ends up buying alice and her parents gifts long before christmas (she just gets a gift idea pretty early and, then, has to buy it) She also loved to sing along with her mother to christmas songs.

Nick stopped believing in santa the year (or the year right after) his mother was mesmered (that year he probably refused to tell his father he wants anything else for christmas but his mother to come back. he loved how frustrated that made davis). I headcanon that he's the one who loves christmas the most among the trio. However, for two or three years after his mother was taken away from him, he couldn't enjoy it. Even afterwards he still feels really sad at times. His mother had a cookies recipe he loves and he has kept making it every year. They also used to have christmas movies marathons (a tradition he upholds and involves sel in every year). Nick loves all the christmas activities but his favourite is decorating the christmas tree (and making his mother's cookies).

Sel either never believed in santa or he did for a short time before he got to the merlin academy. I imagine the people there couldn't be bothered by the holiday. Even before that, sel probably never got proper gifts or to properly celebrate christmas. When nick finds out he decides to make sure that sel has the most christmasy december each year. Sel pretends he doesn't care about the holidays but he secretly loves christmas (especially the decorations and lights) and nick knows this. He has a lot of grinch themed things (which nick got for him) and christmas is the only day he wears anything other than black (of course every time nick has a hard time convincing him to wear that red, christmas themed t-shirt).

[no-144444]

hi! i love your blog and i know this is kind of weird but just hear me out. do you remmeber the 'anything but f1' thing they did this year? what if oscar's topic was his girlfriends career and she was like a huge superstar on broadway and on the screen? and he like knew EVERYTHING and answered every question perfectly?

i hope you like this idea, if not, that's totally fine.

thank you ml xxx

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knowing me, knowing you- o.piastri

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a/n: thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long :)

summary: i suggest you look at the ask...

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

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Oscar was too warm and tired for this. He stood in front of a camera, smelling like hairspray and some sort of spray the makeup artist had put on his face, while he was asked all of the ‘Grill the Grid’ questions. 

“That’s it for ‘Grill the Grid’,” she explained. “But this year we have a new segment.”

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Anything but F1’,” she smiled. “Your topic is Y/n Y/l/n’s career,” she chuckled. 

Oscar smiled. “This is going to be easy.”

“Will she kill you if you don’t get full marks?” she laughed. 

Oscar pondered. “Probably not?” 

“Alright then. Ready? Pressure is on.”

He nodded. 

“What was Y/l/n’s first role on Broadway?” 

“Matilda,” he nodded. Y/n Y/l/n, his girlfriend, you, also an EGOT winning actor, the youngest there’s ever been. 

“Correct! How old was Y/l/n when she made her Broadway debut?”

“Well, she was 8 in Matilda on the West End and did 2 years of that, so 10?” he answered. 

“Correct! How old was she when she played Sally Bowles, making her the youngest to have ever played her on a Broadway stage?” 

“She was 17.”

“Correct! How old was she when she got her first Tony?” 

“11 years old.”

“Correct!” she smiled. “What Disney princess did she play?” 

“Huh?” he questioned, not knowing that you’d voiced a disney princess. “She’s voiced a Disney princess?” 

She nodded. 

“In a Disney film?”

She nodded again. “Think about it.”

“Does she sing in it?”

“The princess does sing,” she explained. “But Y/l/n did also write a song for it.”

Oscar was stumped. “Can I come back to it?” 

“Sure,” she shrugged, moving on to the next one. “What was her first feature film?”

“Lés Mis,” he answered. “She played Cosette.”

“Correct! What happened at the 2013 oscars?”

Oscar chuckled. “I think Jennifer Lawrence fell over and took Y/n with her?”

“Correct! What is her most streamed song?”

“Does this include recordings she was a part of or just her solo career or the band too?”

“One of those is fine, but if you can give me an answer for all though, we’ll give you an extra point.”

“So,” he started explaining. “Y/n’s most streamed solo single is probably American Teenager, her most streamed band single is probably BABY SAID, and her most streamed cast recording was probably Wicked, or Hadestown.”

“Correct, and it is Wicked.”

As he explained his answers, his trainer and others in the room started to laugh. He knew everything about you. He was so down-bad it was almost embarrassing, but they understood it anyway. You’d been together since you were 14, you were 23 now. You get to know a lot about a person in 9 years, especially from teenage years to being a young adult. 

“What record did she break by winning an Oscar in 2018?” 

Oscar smirked and winked at the camera. “She’s the youngest person ever to gain an EGOT.”

“What school did she teach at in her early years?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “How old was she?”

“Ages 8-12, she taught here on and off, and not many people know about it since she didn’t go into that field of the arts.”

He groaned, trying desperately to think. “The Royal Ballet in London!” He exclaimed, finally remembering. 

“Correct! Next question, how many Tony awards does she have?”

“Oh shit they’re on the mantel at home…” he muttered to himself, trying to count them in his head. “5?”

“Correct. Who has more trophies?”

Oscar chuckled. “I have more trophies, but she has more awards.”

“Alright, how many Emmys does she have?”

“1, which she won this year for her role in the Bear.” 

“Correct, how many Broadway or West End shows has she been a part of? You get a bonus point for naming them all.”

“Oh alright, so Matilda, Annie, Into the Woods, Hamilton, Heathers, Spring Awakening, Mamma Mia!, Moulin Rouge!, Cabaret, Six, Parade, Hadestown, Chicago, Wicked, and right now she’s doing Lés Miserables for the first time on a stage,” he explained. “So that was… 15?”

“Just one more?” she hinted. 

Oscar’s face fell. “What? What else has she done?” he asked out loud. “I said Wicked?”

She nodded. 

“Did I say Mamma Mia!?” 

She nodded. 

“Did I say Phantom of the Opera?”

“No, you didn't! Congratulations, bonus point awarded. What has she said is her dream role?”

He took a deep breath. “It’s going to be really bad if I get this wrong, isn’t it? Alright, so, she has always wanted to play Ms. Honey in Matilda,” he watched as the interviewer shook her head. “Shit, alright. Any hints?”

“She said it would be the only way to get her back into a specific show,” she hinted. 

“Oh! Emcee!” he cheered. “God, how could I forget that?”

“Well done! Alright, one final question, what song did she sing at the 2023 grammy awards, where she debuted her first single after ‘LISTEN’, her band, went on hiatus?”

He smirked. He was there for that performance. He was sitting in the crowd as you sang. He got to take you home and congratulate you. He got to be the proud boyfriend all night. He loved it. It was one of his most fond memories. “She sang ‘That’s So True’. I was there.”

“The infamous kiss picture,” she winked at him. He nodded, a smug smile on his face. “So, going back to the other question, what Disney princess did Y/l/n play?” 

“Oh shit yeah, it was animated, yeah?”  

“Not necessarily,” she hinted. 

“Ariel!” he exclaimed. “Ariel, of course!”

She chuckled. “Congratulations, you know the most about Y/n Y/l/n’s career out of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“One would hope,” he chuckled.

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[mortalityplays]

my parents were both weird rootless anarcho artist types who raised us in a derelict nursery school that my dad's shady friends renovated for us off the books. this and my previous post probably make it sound like I had a wild huck finn upbringing but I was a very well behaved kid for the most part. they believed that if I was old enough to ask a question, I was old enough to hear an honest answer. while they would recommend me things they thought I'd particularly like, they didn't police my reading habits. I could (and did) pick up anything I found in the house and read it cover to cover. classic sci-fi, orwell's travel writing, underground comix, big books of art photography, proust, batman, the sword in the stone.

the only real restriction was that we didn't have a TV for a long time, and then didn't get cable until well after everyone else. I remember borrowing a simpsons VHS from a friend and guiltily smuggling it home in my backpack thinking it was contraband. when my parents asked me about it and I 'confessed' they realised they'd inadvertently made me think american cartoons were forbidden just because it wasn't a thing we did in our house. after that we watched the simpsons whenever it was on. my mum was a sculptor and puppet maker at the time, and we would make most of my toys together. my dad built me my first pc and introduced me to the (very) early internet.

everything got complicated eventually, of course. even they couldn't sustain raising kids that way as the world changed, especially with the amount of debt we carried. but I think they did a few things with real integrity. I feel very, very lucky for those.

[teaboot]

I agree! This made me have a completely separate but related thought. I hope it's okay that I share it with you and I'm definitely open to disagreements and other ways of looking at it!

I look back at the original "the curtains are just blue" meme and find the process of what it morphed into really interesting. Originally, the meme was expressing the frustration of American (and in my experience, Canadian as well) highschool asking you to examine the themes of writing without really being giving you the tools to do so. We're told what a metaphor (and the metaphor's cousins, like similies) is and how to use it, but we weren't taught about the principles of examining themes. In my english class, we were given a handful of assignments that surrounded analyzing surface level themes, but no projects that really delve into it. The student has no idea how you know when something is symbolism or when it's just a description, how a single object can be symbolic of completely different things depending on the context and characters interacting with it, etc. The student doesn't know that they don't delve deeper into this stuff because school boards are largely driven by industrialists who want school to be about preparing you to work and don't find things like media analysis nessecary, so of course it feels like the teacher is just asking you to do the impossible task of reading the author's mind.

But then, the "the curtains are just blue" meme kinda blew up and morphed into the version of the meme that you were (rightfully) complaining about (for lack of better words). It became very in-line with the views of the industrialists that (one could argue) caused the meme in the first place. Or atleast, caused the problem that inspired the meme. It became this idea that analyzing literature is boring, unnecessary, and does nothing to help you learn what's really important. A weird kind of cycle, yeah?

I'd like to do more research on this, but I really struggle to understand academic papers and stuff like that. I just think it's neat! Do you also think it's neat?

YES!

[ninelieswithme]

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⛧ ᴛᴡ = sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴsꜰᴡ.

⛧ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ －after moving to a old American suburban  town after your parents split, you found yourself here in a upstate univercity, bumping into new faces.. one being a very important someone~

⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ － HAYYY ɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴇᴇᴇᴘʏʏʏ ɪ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs sᴏʀʀʏ ɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴠɪɴᴄɪʙʟᴇ/ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ!! Also I drew him :3 (ps don’t hate im pretty new to digi art 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻) HES AT THE BOTTOM IOF THE POST BBGS also this was really fun till their were so many plot endings ughhh ☹️☹️ BUT YEA ITS LIKE MARK OF S1-S2-S3 all kinda together 😭😭 + I had this on repeat when I was making this.

⛧ ʜᴇʀᴏ x ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ － 2.1k ᴡᴏʀᴅs, EXTENSION AT THE BOTTOM - 679 words additional :3 - overall 2.7k+ words

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ!!

ʀᴇʙʟᴏɴɢs/ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!

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Your worn sneakers skidded and slid down the halls tiling, you tripping on your laces every so often.

You were late.. Already??

First day in your new school?

And you’ve already fucked it up..

Way to go Y/N.

…

You really need to invest in a clock.

Seriously

18 and still not waking up on time..

Come on that’s embarrassing, it’s not first grade!!

You cut corners, ignoring the occasional question from a walking by teacher.

Your head was down, a map of the school clutched in your hand, undone laces swinging,

You didn’t see him, He sure did until it was too late.

You fell head first into his chest, even in a sweater you could feel tone muscle.. hell even abs if you looke-

“What are you doing?? He’s not your boyfriend!!”

You mentally scolded yourself, pushing off of him a little to harshly, stumbling back, stepping on your undone lace, landing hard on the cool tile.

“Stupid laces”, you blamed as if you weren’t the one dismissing the concerns.

The scent of old books and something else…musky, almost animalistic.

You dusted yourself, while Mark looked stunned at you..

Shell-shocked even.

You quirked a brow at the guy, him just turning away.. weird..

Obviously you thought the worst like usual, thoughts on asking, A. “is something on my face”, B. “what” or the most likely one you’d say C. “the fuck are you staring at.”

Mm so you chose option D

Apologise.

You’re new, the last thing you need are bully’s.

So you apologised profusely to mark.

Averting eye contact.. idiot..

If you had just stared at him.. you would have seen..

he’s a total nutter

His eyes intense.

Not breaking or yielding, not for a second.

And people think eye fucking isn’t a thing. 🙄🙄

But no.. you’d rather be selfish, look away, make things harder for yourself.

Your map all crumpled.. looks like you’re gonna need another.

You mumbled a final apology.

Eyes averted, looking to the ground, more entertained by silly sneakers than him.

“S..Sorry.. I uh- this is so embarrassing, I’m uh New?, and yea.. fuck this.. I’m just gonna go bye”

Fixing your skirt one last time before walking off.

You held your skirt harshly running off to god knows where, you’ve probably missed your class six times anyways..

When you were out of his fully extended ear shot, he sighed, as if you stole his breath.

His heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

It wasn’t just his heart, he could hear yours, a frantic drumbeat echoing in his ears, a rapid staccato against the thrum of his own.

It was such a pretty sound!!

I mean everything about you seems pretty already..

He heard the shallow, slightly ragged breaths, the frantic whispers of her thoughts – a torrent of self-recrimination and fear of being late.

He could feel the tremor in your hands, the quickening pulse point near your throat, hell, even the subtle shift in weight as you braced herself for the floor.

It was overwhelming.

Mark possessed powers, he’s a Viltrumite after all, and from what his dad said that’s somehow a big deal.

But you didn’t know that..

You didn’t know shit.. all you knew was that you just bumped into a really weird kid..

Not fucking invincible

He could hear the inner workings of others – their heartbeat, their breathing, the silent symphony of their anxieties.. even desires.

His powers more burdensome than helpful.. everyone around him always dying.. it’s not fair.

ITS NOT FAIR??

WHY DOES HE HAVE TO SPRAY GUTS AND GORE GALORE FOR A PLANET HE DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO PROTECT?!!!

NO NO NO NO!!

ITS SIMPLY NOT FAIR!

ITS HIS DADS JOB NOT HIS?

But You.. You were different.

You gave him a bigger meaning.. after dad left and had Mark in charge.. everything’s so fucking bleak..

Don’t get him started on Amber.. or Eve

Their both headaches

Whining birds, bitch and squawking, only ever caring when it suits the chicks.

Hell now he has to manage this ungrateful planet, look after a sibling that’s off leash..

This is all too difficult.. he only wanted to help.. to help this dying planet.. and what he gets in return.

A slap in the face

Well that’s too bad..

Cuz he’s so fucking close to just splitting this planet in half and run thousands of people 6 feet under.

But you.. gee, this feeling.. he’s never felt it before and never wants to stop feeling it.

With the small seconds he was with you.

You’ve just changed not just Earths whole destiny.. but well

Your own.

it was a tidal wave, a sensory overload that left him breathless.

Left him feeling like he just took his true first free breath, a rebirth.

Like love a first sight.. mmm nahhh more like.. It was love at first…collision.. no no no love at first breath.

Maybe even love at first life.

A few days had passed and well you were settling in fine, family’s dialled down after the divorce.

But mark.. oh no he hasn’t lost any momentum.

Giving up is something foreign to him.

So it didn’t take long for Mark to get notes on you,

Especially that mark’s desperate enough to ask GDA..

Seriously.. Ceci…

After WHAT HE DID TO MARK.. and he’s able to set that aside for a few address leaks 😋 Mm your favourite things or two.

Cecil didn’t want to at first, especially after mark nearly killing him for what.. the third time now.

But hay it’s hard to say no to the strongest being on the fucking planet right

The spawn of the Omni-Man himself.. the same man that killed all the guardians of the globe.

And maybe a spring of hypocritical threats “i don’t do threats..” mm that’s not what Cecil remembers..

More on the lines of “Cecil I swear.. if you don’t fucking tell me, I’ll pop your skull like a pop rock and use your brains as a face mask.. TELL ME Y/N’A NUMBER YOU PEIC-“

Soooo Cecil tried backing you up.. but well how can you keep a being like a Viltrumite at bay from its objective.

After Cecil finally fed into marks delusional ideas.

Seeing it fit, as a way to manipulate and control Mark..

He didn’t need more reasons to work with Cecil.. he has infinite data on you now and owes it to Cecil.

Seeing it as Cecil was one of the best way for you and him to get together.. even thanking Cecil..

After the info was out, in the light..

Marks mental health deteriorated.. quickly.. scaring even Rex at the globe, how brutal he was becoming.. for a guy who’s known to pull his punches..

Creaking villains heads open like walnuts.. it wasn’t a good look for Mark as an older brother..

Oliver always being brutal and lacking compassion but after you and Mark met.. Oliver straight up disregards life.

It wasn’t like he cared.. only thing he cared about is keeping you safe..

Making Mark more Viltrumite than man, at this point.

And if being Cecil’s lap dog does the trick in keeping you safe, then he’ll be the best god damn lap dog, Cecil will ever have.

He’s memorised your schedule, your routine, everything.

Over a few weeks, Mark has completely gone cold to Eve, shoving her off, Mark’s pursuit on you escalating.

He’s always there.. always around.. in the mask or not..

Especially when it came out you liked Invisible..

Poor you.. poor poor thing, your the definition of fucked, literally and figuratively

Mark making sure to be extra.. in well everything, fighting bad guy, flirting with you, at the university, flirting with you like a nerd.. at your WORK?? FLIRTING WITH YOU..

The guy won’t give up!!

And at the university it was like having a body guard.. he created you with the highest respect he had..

But he was always around.. holding your books.. in the hallway, in the Library, even at your locker…

The only reason he hadn’t dropped out yet being his only tie to you right now is that satanic place!

Like come on baby.. just give him your number~ he knows you like him.. so let’s make it official.. Don’t be difficult now~

He knows your schedule better than you do, it’s almost embarrassing 😔

His silly girl.. not knowing her next class.. it’s fine he’ll take you, just don’t ask howwww~~

He knew your likes and dislikes, your hopes and fears, all milked from the symphony of your inner world.

He knew the you let out a soft sigh when you read a particularly poignant passage in your novels you love..

He even bought the whole series, so he could bond with you how sweet!

The frustrated groan you let out when you struggled with a math problem, the thrill of victory when she aced a history test.

The cough you did intentionally so people would stop talking

Even that you have a.. well.. adventurous mind about Invisible’s physic.. that he’d happily spoil to you..

Spoil that he does whimper and whine when he’s close..

That he imagines your hot cunt clamping on him then a silly flesh light, That he growls on accident.

Spoil that he slur’s his words when he’s close as if he has a lisp..

That he sucks pussy likes he’s a major in it.. that he’d suck your folds for the life of him…

That he’d nip and whimper if you asked

You’re such a perv.. but a perv he’ll happily entertain and love to the fullest.. even if it means a few thousand have to die

Remember love~ super hearing~~ you and your “friends” should keep it down. It’s annoying hearing them speak about what should only.. ONLY be yours..

Obviously eventually the constant stalking started freaking you out.. in the beginning you thought he was.. yes awkward.. a lil weird.. yea.. but charming, even cute.. but his “kindness” has morphed into something suffocating..

Plus items are getting moved.. or going missing without a trace.. you’d hate to point fingers but.. you’ve got a big feeling.. your onto him

And well you’re hitting your breaking point.. Even hiding from him.. pulling sick days..

Everything but he just.. won’t. Get. The. Hint..

More like he ignores the hint..

He knew far too much.

Understood you too well, leaving you to have a chilling feeling of being exposed, vulnerable.

A specific time, mark was walking with you out of university to your bus, him eventually pulling you to the side.. with hurt expression.. leaning in very close.. lips close nearly.. putting a hand on your shoulder.. rubbing gently while he spoke in a feather light tone.

“You know.. I’m sorry about your dad and mums divorce that much be very hard..” Mark would say.. HOW THE FUCK DOES HE know.. Who told him.. your blood ran cold, all you could do was stand there fawn, while this.. this.. this MORON poured out special memories y-you had with your family when it was intact.. for him.. to.. what… relate to??

You snapped.. yelled in his face stunning him.. he looked very shocked, then hurt..

He tried soothing you back to his side.. that only overstimulating your nerves more.. so you shoved him away from you. Walking off fast.

he had his hands out.. eyes begging to come back to him..

Mark swore he’s never felt his heart break like this.. he just wanted to care for you.. you’ve been through so much in a small human life..

He’s sorry.. so fucking sorry.. JUST DON’T LEAVE!! PLEASE

He just wants to check your okay.. but instead you wound his bleeding heart and run off..

This is so unfair.. when he’s trying your mad at him.. when he’s not your not interested..

Just let him love you!!

Please..

It’s all he’s ever wanted..

If you don’t love him back.. theirs no guarantee you and your family are safe.. and definitely not Earth.

So now you better stop being an ungrateful brat and come back here right now!!

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⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ － ALSO HERES MORE OF MY WRITING FOR KINDA A ENDING :3 LOL HERES THE DRAWING BTW AND ALSO SORRY I LOST PLOT A LITTLE I WAS A LIL TIRED (Eepy he’s so cute). But love you guys nighty nighty me = eeppy deepy

This extension being - 679 words :3

Screaming.. Crying, everything, You just wanted to him to leave!! His eyes hurt and glossy.. looking like a lost puppy. Eventually you tried to slam the door in his face.. Mark blocking it with expert speed slamming the door back into one of the walls, the thing going of the hinges.. A huge hole in the wall.. mark still holding on to the thought you’ll prevail.. and he won’t need to kill you and conquer this planet..because well the only reason he’s even protecting earth, your Marks most valuable thing in the universe to him. You <3 You stepped back looking at mark as if he’s a freak of nature.. “Y/N please.. listen.. you need to hear this.. I haven’t been honest to you.. a-and you’re mad.. b-but this’ll change it.. and w-we’ll be the same a-again!”Mark said in a shaky tone, tripping over his words.. his eyes watery.. what is this pain..It makes him want to crush his own heart.. rip out his own eyes.. eat his own skin.. WHY DOES THIS HURT?!!“Thing’s will go back to n-normal right” Words tumbling out in a rush, a torrent of desperate emotion. Mark trying and failing to persuade you.. more like himself.. giving you the crooked smile you used to like.Forcing his hand onto yours.. in a vice grip..He’s terrified.. of what.. he has no idea.. but he’s on the verge of tears to just beg for your forgiveness. You recoiled, heart beating like a panicked drum solo in Mark’s ears. Trying to tug your hand away.. only making mark construct more.. “Y-You love me.. you’ve told me.. please baby.. I love.. the only reason I know everything about you is to protect you!!?”Love.. Mark?? WHAT“I don’t love you mark what??” You shot back.. Marks lips quivering..“You love Invincible.. don’t you.. right?? You have drawings of him” “What are you talking about-“ You spoke, looking confused at mark his hold on your hand numb when he snarled. “ANSWER ME!!” You flinched immediately staring at mark.. clearly he’s been having mental breakdowns far too often. You tried to calm your nerves.. mark wasn’t doing good, you tried prying your hand away to help, for Mark to just-, with lightning speed have you in a choke hold. “Answer.. now” Lifting you up, while he hovered on to the ground. He shook you lightly.. legs dangling, your body consumed by fear you nodded your head just wanting this to end. Mark abruptly putting you back down gently, with a gentle smile.. What The FUCK? Then leaning forward kissing your slightly red neck. You froze fast.. this was all a weird mind fuck, Marks psyche this badly damaged from what.. a few harsh actions from you.. God save us all “Mm’sorry.. I didn’t mean it.. mm’im sorry.. i just.. I’m so scared.. you were so mean Y/N.. made me lose my temper..” He said feverish, peppering a trail of kisses over your slightly red neck from him choking you out a second ago. He quickly herded you from the house, dragging you forcefully. You tried resisting, but that resistance was only faced with discipline. You tried bargaining, screaming, promising not to tell to even begging It was too late for that.. He’ll take you by force. You tried keeping distance.. Feet padding back, the laces damp from what was the rain of the night. In a flash all of the distance was gone, he didn’t answer your pleas..He felt horrible.. yes.. would he stop.. mmm noWith one of his hands around your waist the other near your neck. Vision going blotchy.. You tried to struggle.. tried to scream.. but no noise came out.. He strangling you. You heard small sorrys and begs while your ears rung.. Feeling the light headed.. eventually passing out. Once he was.. sure you were asleep in his arms he kissed you lightly. A gentle reminder.. he’s doing this for you. Because well.. he loves you “You gave me no choice.. Y/N.. this is your fault..” And there shouldn’t be a reason they’re just school strangers. He won’t allow it!

BYE

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