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bethasinlittlewomen · 3 months ago

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Anna Marie Tendler is a complicated woman, and my feelings after reading her memoir are complicated too.

TW: mentions of psychiatric hospitals, self-harm, suidicial ideation, disordered eating, depression, anxiety, general discussion of mental illness

“Men Have Called Her Crazy: A Memoir” follows artist Anna Marie Tendler in early 2021 as she voluntarily “checked herself into a psychiatric hospital following a year of crippling anxiety, depression and self-harm.” At this time, she is also mid-divorce with comedian John Mulaney, which is likely a significant reason why a lot of people wanted to read this book (spoiler: he isn’t mentioned explicitly, this is her story.)

The subject matter of this book is heavy. Tendler discusses her long history of depression, anxiety, self-harm by cutting herself with scissors, disordered eating, suicidal ideation, her difficult relationship with her mother, her storied dating history, her career high and lows, and her struggle to get the mental health support she truly needed.

The memoir bounces back and forth between her time in the hospital and “how did I get here moments,” often focused on her past relationships with men, frequently where there is an unequal power balance due to age or financial status.

The sections of the book focused on the hospital offered a unique perspective on what getting a mental health diagnosis/diagnoses can entail and the liberation you can feel when you finally have a name for what you’ve been struggling with.

Upon receiving her formal diagnoses Tendler tells her doctor, “I’ve learned so much and I’ve gotten so much out of hearing words put to the emotions I’ve been experiencing throughout the course of my life.” That validation is so important when you’re struggling with your mental health, and I appreciated the openness of those moments throughout the book. I’ll admit I even cried a couple times.

Critics have called the book too “male-centered,” but given the title, and the anxieties that Tendler is working through in her mental health journey related to past trauma, I believe that there was a choice to structure the memoir the way Tendler did.

However, it’s clear Tendler hates men. She discusses this at length throughout the book. She doesn’t trust the male doctors at the hospital. She doesn’t want to talk to the male patients at mealtimes. She mentions she’d prefer to have daughters if she were to have children. When she’s a year into her recovery process and starts dating again - she is disappointed by the men she meets.

I’ll admit, I did find this to be a bit much. While she certainly detailed some difficult past relationships with men, the amount of vitriol didn’t seem quite justified without a bit more context. Believe me, I know we live in a patriarchal society, and it hurts us all (yes, men, too), but I found this motif to be one of the least interesting Tendler explores.

Another sticking point for some readers is how Tendler discusses her career, which has not followed a traditional arc. She went to cosmetology school but never passed the board exams, so she was a shampoo girl. She studied photography for a bit. She designed Victorian lampshades. She has a master’s degree in costume studies. To her credit, she admits that she has often depended on her romantic partners' income and acknowledges the privilege in that.

I’ve seen a chorus of reviews stating that Tendler should “get a real job” or a reality check of some kind, and while I understand that it is easy to look at a late-thrities, white woman, living in a Victorian house in the Connecticut countryside, making a living as an artist and think negatively of that, but can we also acknowledge that not everyone is suited to work a desk job and the world also needs artists? I find the mindset a little tiresome to be honest, let the woman be an artist if that’s what makes her happy.

In conclusion, while I understand where the critiques are coming from, this memoir is an emotionally moving read about a woman experiencing one of the hardest seasons of her life and getting the mental health support she needed to become stronger. And at the end of the day, I really can’t be upset about that.

3 / 5 stars

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203931803-men-have-called-her-crazy

#men have called her crazy #book review

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 8 months ago

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By: Melissa Koenig

Published: Apr 3, 2024

Seattle Public Schools is dismantling its gifted and talented program, which administrators argued was oversaturated with white and Asian students, in favor of a more “inclusive, equitable and culturally sensitive” program.

The district began phasing out its Highly Capable Cohort schools and classrooms for advanced students in the 2021-22 school year due to racial inequities, the school district notes.

The program will completely cease to exist by the 2027-28 school year, with a new enrichment-for-all model available in every school by the 2024-25 school year.

“The program is not going away, it’s getting better,” school officials said on the district website.

“It will be more inclusive, equitable and culturally sensitive.

“In particular, students who have been historically excluded will now have the same opportunities for services as every other student and get the support and enrichment they need to grow

The enrichment program currently only allows students who placed in the top 2 percent on standardized exams to be placed in the Highly Capable Cohort to receive enriched learning.

The students would then be sorted into one of three elementary schools, five middle schools and three high schools.

But in 2020, the Seattle school board voted to terminate the program, after a 2018 survey found that the students in the Highly Capable Cohort were 13% multiracial, 11.8% Asian, 3.7% Hispanic and just 1.6% black.

Nearly 70% of the students were white.

“Numbers would suggest that within our city … predominantly white children are more gifted than other cultures and races, and we know that is absolutely not true,” Kari Hanson, the district’s director of student support services, told Parent Map at the time.

Under the new program, dubbed the Highly Capable Neighborhood School Model, teachers will be required to come up with individualized learning programs for all 20 to 30 of their students — a task for which, they argue, they do not have the time or resources as the district faces a $104 million budget deficit, according to the Seattle Times.

The district said it is working to provide teachers with curriculum and instruction on how to make it work, but an estimate from 2020 suggested an enrichment-for-all program would cost the district $1.1 million over the first three years.

One teacher said she worries it will become more difficult under the new program to teach math to students with a range of abilities, and that the whole-classroom approach won’t properly prepare students for Advanced Placement math and science courses.

Parents also expressed their concerns that the new model could lead to children getting overlooked.

“It seems to me that kids on maybe both extremes are going to be underserved,” Erika Ruberry told the Seattle Times.

Karen Stukovsky, who has three children in the gifted program, added that each teacher “can only do so much differentiation.

“You have some kids who can barely read and some kids who are reading ‘Harry Potter’ in the first grade or kindergarten,” she said.

“How are you going to not only get those kids up to grade level, and also challenge those kids who are already easy above grade level?”

Some parents of black students in the program even argued against ending it.

“My request is that you please consider the disservice you would be doing to the minorities that are already in the HCC program,” one father said at the school board meeting to approve the new program in 2020, according to the Stranger.

“The program does more for black children, particularly black boys, than it does for their peers.”

But then-school board vice president Chandra Hampson shot back: “This is a pretty masterful job at tokenizing a really small community of color within the existing cohort.”

Over the past few years, though, more and more minority students have joined the ranks of the Highly Capable Cohort.

In the 2022-23 school year, 52% of the students were white, 16% were Asian and 3.4% were black, according to the Seattle Times.

“inclusive, equitable and culturally sensitive”

Translation: underperforming students of all races will be told they're just as good and as special as the high-performing students.

The entire concept of "inclusion" is idiotic. It originated as making sure that students had access to the education they were entitled to, such as making sure kids in wheelchairs had access to the school's facilities.

But it's morphed into the notion that there's unfairness or even bigotry if average or under-performing kids aren't included in an advanced or gifted program. That there's something wrong because everybody doesn't have the same result. But the idea that everyone is entitled to be "included" in everything is completely insane. Instead of having a separate program to uplift the mediocre students, the programs for the high-performers are scuttled and they're brought down to the lowest common denominator. This is what "equity" does.

DEI is just smug racism.

#education #corruption of education #gifted program #neoracism #racism #antiracism #antiracism as religion #woke #wokeness #cult of woke #wokeness as religion #wokeism #DEI #DEI must die #diversity equity and inclusion #diversity #equity #inclusion #religion is a mental illness

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paulinedorchester · 2 years ago

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We Followed Our Stars, by Ida Cook. London: Hamish Hamilton, 1950; rev. ed., Toronto: Harlequin, 1976. Reprinted, as Safe Passage: The Remarkable Story of Two Sisters Who Rescued Jews from the Nazis, with a new foreword by Anne Sebba, Toronto: Harlequin, 2008; reprinted again, as The Bravest Voices: A Memoir of Two Sisters’ Heroism During the Nazi Era, Don Mills, Ont.: Park Row Books, 2021.

Overture of Hope: Two Sisters’ Daring Plan That Saved Opera’s Jewish Stars from the Third Reich, by Isabel Vincent. Washington, D.C.: Regnery History, 2022.

As soon as I learned of Isabel Vincent’s book, I knew that it would need to be read with great caution. That feeling was reinforced when I read the “about the author” blurb on the book’s dust jacket. Then I looked at the bibliography, and wondered if I really needed to read it at all. (Here I must stop and thank the collection development, acquisitions, and cataloguing staffs of the Chicago Public Library. This is the second time in less than three years that they’ve purchased a book at my request, and in both cases they’ve managed to put it into my hands in less than a month.)

Why the unease? To begin with, Regnery Publishing’s stable of authors includes Ann Coulter, Ted Cruz, Newt Gingrich, David Horowitz, Sarah Palin, and similar types.

Second, it turns out that Isabel Vincent isn’t a historian: like Lynne Olson, she’s a journalist writing about history. Not only that: Vincent is an investigative reporter for the New York Post! One has to wonder what the phrase “investigative reporter” actually means in the context of that truly filthy tabloid, a jewel in the crown of Rupert Murdoch’s NewsCorp. On the other hand, I must say that Vincent seems far more comfortable using primary sources than Olson does — her research for Overture of Hope included examining 33 archival collections in seven countries. As well, the book carries an endorsement from the historian Blanche Wiesen Cook, who is not exactly a darling of the right.

Finally, the Cook sisters’ story is far from untold. I’ve known of them for at least the past several years, although I’m no longer sure how I learned: I could swear that there was an article about them in Opera News four or five years ago, but I can’t locate it. In any case, as early as 1950 Ida Cook wrote a memoir of their exploits (revising it in 1976), which is why this is a review of two books, not just one. She was the subject of a 1956 episode of This is Your Life. In 1964 Yad Vashem honored the Cook sisters as Righteous Among the Nations. They were interviewed in McCall’s in 1966 (the article was reprinted the same year in The Australian Women’s Weekly). They also inspired an essay in Granta in 2007, and I found a goodly number of other newspaper and magazine articles about them while searching for image files to use in this post.

Ida (at left; 1904-1986) and Louise (1901-1991) Cook seem to me slightly too young to be classed with the hundreds of thousands of British women for whom marriage became, if nothing else, a simple numerical impossibility in the wake of the First World War and the influenza pandemic that overlapped it. Nevertheless, that’s where Vincent situates them. The daughters of a Customs and Excise officer, they had both entered civil service themselves by the end of 1920, as typists. They were then living with their parents and younger brothers in Wandsworth, London, but the family had moved several times while they were growing up. During a stint in Alnwick, Northumberland, they attended The Duchess’ School, where music was one of their exam subjects: Louise was a pianist and Ida was a violinist.

Their passion for opera seems to have come about more or less by accident. One day in 1923 Louise, who worked for the Board of Education, wandered into a lunchtime lecture on music being given on the premises, returned home in a daze, and announced that she simply had to have a gramophone. She proceeded to buy one on an installment plan, along with ten records. (These would have been 78rpm discs, with a single track, three or four minutes long, on each side.) They were mostly of instrumental works, but also included recordings by two sopranos, Amelita Galli-Curci and Alma Gluck.

These quickly eclipsed everything else for the Cook sisters, who pooled their savings to buy the cheapest available tickets to three performances at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden: they saw Tosca, Rigoletto, and La Traviata, all excellent ways to get started with opera. I was startled to learn that the Covent Garden opera season was only two months long in those days; apparently, the opera house was used as a dance hall during the rest of the year.

When the Cooks learned that Galli-Curci was to give five concerts in London in late 1924 (her first appearances in the U.K.), they bought tickets to all of them. After the first one they wrote her a fan letter, enclosing a handkerchief that Ida had embroidered, and received a letter back by return post, inviting them to come back stage and say hello after the last, which they did.

Having learned in the meantime that Galli-Curci confined her operatic engagements to the Metropolitan Opera, in New York, the Cooks decided that they would travel there to see her perform — and figured out it would take them two years to save up the money that they would need in order to do so. They wrote to Galli-Curci about their plans, and she urged them to contact her when they had an itinerary. She would reserve seats for them, she said. (Galli-Curci's behavior wasn't unusual at the time, at least for singers who could pick and choose their engagements. As late as the 1970s, Dame Janet Baker was appearing in opera only in England, while continuing to tour all over the world as a concert artist.)

And that’s exactly what happened. Their arrival in New York, on January 4th, 1927, attracted the attention of The New York Times; and when they went, as instructed, to Galli-Curci’s agent’s office they found main-floor tickets to several performances waiting for them, along with Galli-Curci’s husband, Homer Samuels (a composer and pianist who was her recital accompanist), who invited them to dinner at their apartment a couple of nights later. They asked the Cook sisters to visit them in Autumn at their home in the Catskills, north of New York City — and that happened as well, though it took another two years of saving to bring it about. Ida’s account of this visit in We Followed Our Stars is not to be missed. She makes it sound like Downton Abbey on a smaller scale. (I feel compelled to add, however, that her description of Catskills social life has absolutely nothing to do with my understanding of what went on there, as recounted by my mother, who spent many summers at Catskills resorts during the 1930s and 40s. See also the films Dirty Dancing and A Walk on the Moon.)

They paid for all of this fun by scrimping and saving, skipping many lunches, and getting up before dawn to join the queue to buy cheap tickets at the Royal Opera House, where they made many like-minded friends and had the opportunity to meet world-class artists arriving for rehearsals. As we’ve seen, they were very outgoing — or at any rate Ida was outgoing and Louise was nearly always willing to follow where her sister led — and by 1934 they had befriended, and been befriended by, Galli-Curci, Ezio Pinza, Rosa Ponselle, Elisabeth Rethberg and — most crucially, in view of what was to come — Viorica Ursuleac and her husband, the conductor Clemens Krauss.

As the years went on, however, a new source of income emerged. Ida Cook was clearly a born storyteller. She had written articles for The Duchess’ School Magazine as a student; in 1928, as an old girl, she sent in an account of her and Louise’s trip to America, which was published, along with an article in the Daily Mail. After the Catskills visit, she sent an article on that experience to Mabs Fashions, a magazine that published sewing patterns, romantic fiction, and non-fiction on whatever topics seemed likely to interest their audience, including travel. This, too, was published, and the editor, a Miss Taft, invited Cook to lunch. (Vincent refers to the Mabs Fashions article, but doesn’t quote from it, as she does from the Duchess’ article, or even supply its title. From this I surmised that Mabs Fashions is poorly documented, and sure enough, WorldCat shows only scattered holdings in fewer than half a dozen libraries in the U.K. I can tell you that it was a monthly, and that it seems to have run from 1924 until some point in the mid-1930s, but much of its contents appear to have been lost to history. That’s a real pity, as it sounds very interesting.) Miss Taft asked Cook to write additional travel articles for the magazine. “Apart from the American journeys, a very short trip to Brussels was the full extent of our foreign travels,” Cook recalled. “But I said, ‘Yes, certainly,’ bought a series of guidebooks and set to work.”

A year or so later Miss Taft offered her a job at Mabs Fashions, as fiction sub-editress. This was a big leap — Cook had a responsible job in the Law Courts, with an assured pension when she turned 60, and in fact had just been promoted — but she decided to take the offer, even though she didn’t know what the position entailed. Her account of this experience is very funny, and I won’t spoil it for you, except to quote her about one part of it: “On press day I was faced with ... adding perhaps five hundred words to a story, without altering its sense, and so that no one could detect the ‘joins’. This was the only part of my work at which I became adept.”

Indeed, she became so adept that after several months the long-suffering Miss Taft asked her to write a story of her own. And then another, and so on. One of them grew into a novel, Wife to Christopher, which appeared in 1936 and was the first of Ida Cook’s more than 120 romantic novels, written over the course of 50 years, all under the name Mary Burchell.

In short order, she was earning as much as £1,000 per year. That money was going to prove very useful. (All of her novels were published by Mills & Boon, which later became an imprint of the romance giant Harlequin, thus explaining We Followed Our Stars’ reprint history.)

“I realize now that, even though we were in our late twenties, we were not entirely grown up,” Cook wrote of the plans she and her sister had been making during the first half of the 1930s. Indeed, when Englebert Dollfuss, the Austrian chancellor, was assassinated on July 25th, 1934, their main concern was that this might disrupt their planned first visit to the Salzburg Festival. (It didn’t.) They were no more politically aware when, during a visit to Amsterdam near the end of that year, Ursuleac asked them to “look after” a friend of hers: Mitia Mayer-Lismann, a German pianist and educator, who was soon to visit London to give a series of lectures. The Cooks assumed that this meant showing her the sights, which they did. When she asked whether St. Paul’s Cathedral and Westminster Abbey were Protestant or Catholic, they wondered if she was a Catholic and shouldn’t have been taken to see a Protestant church — so they asked.

What they learned was that Mayer-Lismann was Jewish, and it was she who explained the Nuremberg laws to them. Her other purpose in visiting the U.K. was to see if there was any way of moving there with her family. The Cook sisters offered to do what they could to help. The U.K. wasn’t making things easy for would-be refugees from the Nazis (nor was any other country), and half of the Cooks’ work as the decade went on would consist of cutting through reams of red tape. Word of their willingness to do this spread through the Jewish communities of Germany and, later, Austria, keeping the sisters active until just days before war was declared.

The other half of the task was helping those for whom they were able to secure visas to smuggle out whatever portion of their assets hadn’t been seized by the authorities, which by this time consisted mostly of furs and jewelry. This was a genuine cloak-and-dagger operation, if only because it involved making repeated visits to the countries in question at a time when the authorities there were beginning to view British visitors with suspicion. It was at this point that Clemens Krauss got involved: he kept the Cooks informed about when and where he was conducting what, so that when they were questioned at the border they could say that they were going to hear Krauss conduct this opera in that city on that date.

As a side note, Ida’s new prosperity allowed the Cooks to buy a long lease a one-bedroom apartment in Dolphin Square, which had just been built (and where their neighbors included politicians, spies, and Oswald Mosely). Ostensibly, this was so that they would have a crash pad in central London after late nights at the opera. In reality, it served as a dormitory for newly-arrived refugees. Ida recalled that at one point there were twelve people sleeping there.

While Ida seems to have been the family dynamo, Louise’s contributions shouldn’t be overlooked. One of her hobbies was teaching herself languages; she learned German at top speed in 1937 in order to facilitate the sisters’ work. She also put all of her (apparently quite generous) allowance of vacation time during that period into the rescue effort, and also seems to have been the uncredited co-author of, or at least an essential consultant on, Louise’s novels.

At this point I’m going to stop summarizing the Cooks’ story and tell you that if you’re going to read either or both of these books, you should begin with Ida Cook’s memoir, if only because it’s a primary source. It’s also a very useful insight into how an opera buff’s mind works.

Both authors provide their readers with excellent summaries of political events in Germany and Austria between 1933 and 1939 — and both do so without ever talking down to their readers or implying that they shouldn’t need to provide them with this information, which is quite an accomplishment. Cook can be vague about the dates and chronology of personal events, while Vincent simply is vague on music in general and opera in particular, subjects in which she clearly has no genuine interest. (As Fred Cohn points out in his review of Vincent’s book in Opera News — which is how I learned of it; here’s a link, but I’m not sure that it will work for non-subscribers — her subtitle is a complete howler: there were no “stars” among the Cooks’ refugees; in fact, many of the people they helped weren’t involved with music at all. In spite of this, the Library of Congress has classed Overture of Hope as ML (Literature on Music).) As well, Vincent gives short shrift to the war years. (Louise was evacuated to Wales with her office; Ida was an assistant warden in a Bermondsey air-raid shelter, while continuing to write; the Royal Opera House became a dance hall year-round.) On the other hand, she provides us with a firm chronology of the Cooks sisters’ pre-war lives, and she also reveals the hard facts of how the people whose escapes they facilitated fared, which are not happy stories in all cases.

It is also Vincent who relates that Clemens Krauss fared badly in denazification proceedings. Despite his efforts on behalf of his Jewish associates and their families (as well as many complete strangers), he was widely denounced in 1945, and it’s undeniably true that he displayed a Machiavellian streak that led him to consolidate his artistic influence by securing the directorships of both the Vienna and Munich State Operas under the Third Reich. He ended up being banned from conducting for two years, but Vincent documents that just about all of his denouncers were his professional rivals. (The same thing frequently happened in France during the search for collaborators.)

Finally, Vincent quotes extensively from a film treatment that Ida Cook wrote, based on We Followed Our Stars, that is languishing in Joshua Logan’s papers at the Library of Congress. That document needs to be plucked out of purgatory and produced. Right now!

#world war ii #the holocaust #righteous among the nations #first-hand accounts #retrospective accounts #a long post for sunday #lots of history #lots of links #and even some footnotes #oh and this is also about #opera #also #yom hashoah #begins monday evening

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xtrishacrisrn · 2 years ago

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Hey, it’s been a while

Life lately has been so interesting. Before I even started composing this post I had went through my previous blog posts. I admire the 2017-2018 me, I was so inspired and it was so beautiful. I was all fired up with things and testimonies in front of me. I do miss those days, it’s bittersweet but I am extremely grateful that I had gone through that phase of my life.

Looking back..

2019, I graduated with my Nursing degree and passed the board exams. Best day of my life. My smile everyday was ear to ear, seeing my folks so happy made me so happy too. I have always wanted to make them proud. I may not be the perfect daughter nor I don’t have the most perfect family, but I swear I love them unto the ends of the earth. I love my family (including friends) so much -- they have been there for me. They’ve witnessed all of my ups and downs. I thank God everyday for introducing me to such wonderful people.

Same year, I had to go back to the US after graduating college. I needed to move to a new town which is in Tucson, Arizona (desert life). Basically starting from scratch, which I don’t mind. I always look back and reflect to what my Dad has instilled in me which is facing every obstacle and waves life may give me -- it shall pass.

I’ve started working in a hardware. Can you believe it? What do I know about handyman stuff? I had my professional hard earned degree with me, but I had to swallow my pride and start somewhere. There was a love and hate relationship with that job. Whenever I encounter customers wearing scrubs, I tend to get envious and inspired thinking that someday that will be me too... as I assemble wheelbarrows and load bird food to their cars. It was a fun and cool job after all. I love the people whom I’ve worked it. I hope they’re doing good, they’re amazing creatures.

2020, this year is also an interesting one, pandemic hit the whole world. I had to quit my hardware job because of the fear of getting sick and transmitting it to my folks who are of advanced age. I didn’t mind being unemployed because at the same time I was studying for my NCLEX and not even paying rent yet. It took less pressure off of my schedule, but I was also losing money. Then I’ve decided to look for another job which was being a Rehab Nurse Tech. Like finally, a healthcare related job. Humble beginnings of my nursing life. Since it was a hospital job + pandemic, I needed to move out of my parent’s house. I’ve found this pretty one bedroom apartment unit which was 50 steps away from my mom which was awesome. The tech job was a challenge, I never worked night shift -- I did this to be able to afford rent and bills. Gladly, I survived and same year I passed my NCLEX!

2021, I landed to the my first hospital job working as a Registered Nurse. It’s such a privilege having this job. We get to meet different types of people coming in and out of the hospital. I was still working night shift, in which I got tired of eventually. I can definitely say that this profession is my calling. I am so thankful for having the gift and blessing of having so much patience, being so understanding, and always being so compassionate. It fulfills me to be able to help other people during their most vulnerable times. Nursing has a good team, I love my coworkers and the diversity that we formed.

After all of these, I know that at the end of the day I’m just not a “nurse” that some people identify me and asks me weird things. I don’t mind sharing, but I know that there is much more beyond who I am. I love who I am. I love writing -- in my other life I would be that journalist/writer who just loves to write until she’s tired and out of ideas. I love inspiring people. I love giving them hope and share that there is so much more for us to learn. We are all students for life. I am extremely grateful to the people who has been helping me and had contributed to mold me become a much more wiser person. I am so eager to inspire most of you. You are great, you have so much to do in this world. Enjoy the winding and fun journey of the so-called “life”

#personal blog #blog #inspiration #nursing #life #journey #testimony

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jaymovie3 · 2 years ago

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1. Marx Therory

Elon Musk, the richest man in the world, saw his wealth rise by $151 billion in 2022, while the wealth of the poorer half of humanity fell by 11%. The bourgeoisie; the well-off owners of the means of production, and the proletariat; the working class that does not own the means of production are the two classes that comprise society, according to Marx's theory of social class.Marx claims that the bourgeoisie exploits the proletariat by underpaying them for the goods and services they generate, which widens the wealth disparity between the two classes.

Source:

https://www.theguardian.com/business/2022/jan/04/elon-musk-worlds-richest-person-tesla-tesla-shares

2. Webers Theory

A bill to raise the federal minimum wage from $7.25 per hour to $15 per hour was approved by the U.S. House of Representatives in 2021. Republicans who opposed the bill argued that raising the minimum wage would damage small businesses and result in job losses. This tale serves as an example of Weber's social class theory, which contends that social stratification is based on three factors: class (based on an individual's wealth and income), status (based on an individual's reputation and social standing), and power (based on an individual's capacity to persuade others). According to Weber, people in positions of authority frequently use their clout to defend their riches and privilege, even if doing so harms others.

Source: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/congress/house-passes-15-minimum-wage-bill-again-faces-uphill-battle-n1268778

3. Bourdieu’s Theroy

Many colleges and universities use the optional essay portion of the SAT exam as part of their admissions process, but the College Board declared in 2022 that it would no longer be available. In response to complaints that the essay component favored students from privileged backgrounds who had access to pricey test preparation programs, the decision was made. This narrative exemplifies Bourdieu's thesis of social class, which holds that cultural capital; a person's knowledge, abilities, and cultural experiences; is the basis for social stratification. Bourdieu argues that those with high levels of cultural wealth; often obtained through expensive schooling and cultural experiences which shows they have an advantage in society because they have access to social networks and opportunities that those with lower levels of cultural capital do not.

Source: https://www.insidehighered.com/news/2022/03/18/college-board-discontinue-optional-essay-sat-exam

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manicdepressivebipolar · 2 years ago

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Its been a while...

Good day,

I think this will be the first time using this application connected to my phone. I guess this looks decent?

Okay let's start.

Today is April 9, 2023 in Philippine time.

2023 has been a year of growing my success building my financial strength and reflecting on my personality. But before all of that why I wanted to share this story of my rise above my broke era is that I want to humble myself and be really thankful for God or any higher being that was guiding me along the way.

Year 2022 a summary.

2021 I was at job that pays as little as 8-12k a month and I was trying to make ends meet from my schooling, my rent and my daily needs. I opted to find a job that sounds futuristic - I switched to an online job. This was one of the best decision I had in my life looking back. 2022 I was having double job, I invested on tech to keep my two jobs and it was working. Since one of my job was paying high enough to cover both of my jobs I continued on even though I know it was ruining my physical and mental health. I was an HR Director and a web designer on the side. I decided to leave my job immediately when I found myself crying and dragging myself to work on a daily basis. It was literally killing me.

I did not have any back-up job or whatsoever. All along I was relying on my savings. The wrong turn was I was using it for my leisure and not looking for a new job. Anyway, I got broke and went into different loan sharks to make ends meet. This was another and one of my biggest downfall ever.

I landed a job after 6 months from a finance company in the US. It did not pay me well at first but I did not have much choice. Slowly, I was able to pay my depths and gaining back my social activities but everything seems to be a blurr moving forward 2022 from there then - I kept going out, partying, being with strangers to have fun and did illegal things on the side up until the last day of December.

It did not really affect my financial but I know I was still in depth.

from June of 2022 till November 30 - I was juggling three jobs. Just to pay everything already. I eas making my life work, I was paying what I owed people and banks.

Until I decided to let go of one job that really helped me rise up. I could not keep it due to the stress it was giving me on a daily basis. I kept my fiance job due to its flexibility in working terms as a digital nomad and one job that I got as a blessing from my friend which was a direct hire in Texas, USA.

Since December I was earning alot more than I was expecting. Slowly, I was rising from my era of being broke.

2023.

My salary increased by 10,000 pesos in finance and the other job paid as it is but I had alot of extra hours worked so, I was living comfortably by January. I was able to buy the phone that I wanted, I got a free PC from my company, I was paying my own place and bills without anyone helping and I get go help my boyfriend while he kept going in fulfilling his dreams in being a doctor here in the Philippines.

When my boyfriend passed the board exams. We promised that 2023 was a year of us fulfilling our dreams, meeting our goals and establishing our professional career while we were fixing our relationship and making our bond more stronger including our family.

2023.

Looking back at my 2022 and comparing my situation now, I am really blessed. God or any higher being that helped me out of that dark hole, humbles me every single time. I also want to take credit for never giving up on the situations I was in. I kept going. I kept myself from being humble without losing my stand on my personality at work.

I had so much day and reason to give up already in life but there is always that voice "matatapos din to", " I will have the life that I want" and " kaya ko to". Those simple motivation in my head really kept me going.

My boyfriend landed a job, I kept going and earning. Both of us is building our financial stability and strength, earning together, saving, treating ourselves on the side and finally hindi na kami magugutom.

I remember, before halos wala talaga kami makaen. We needed to tipid the things we have. We relied on the little money we have to eat on a daily basis. But now, we have abundance of money, food, other supplies and we can treat ourselves and or family. We are so lucky!

I know we are still starting but as early as now I just want to be thankful with all the blessings I am receiving, my boyfriend is receiving and I hope this continues and everything we manifested will be soon be true.

From negative balances to an abundance as of today. I can't help shed a tear or cry a river of tears on this journey. It truly is a miracle and just really leaves me in an awe on how I did everything.

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folkloregirlfriend · 2 years ago

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2021 batch did not give their boards and now we don't know how to give exams entirely

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playwords · 2 years ago

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THE BIGGEST EXAM SENSATION IN THE COUNTRY

Board exams- a word that is often accompanied by an infusion of fear and apprehension in the mind and soul of an individual, an event in the life of every Indian student that brings with it a great amount of pressure from parental and school side, a platform to face competition for the first time and the premiere milestone in this arena of what we call life. I, having had a first hand experience of the days of the life of a tenthie, stepped into the year 2021 all set for the ICSE Class X Board Examination, ready to face whatever hurdles were thrown at me and to endure a constant insecurity about my preparation. Fresh out of my lockdown days, it took some time getting back to the regular school routine and making myself comfortable with the idea of the two semester system that the council had introduced for the board takers, owing to the extraordinary situation. The year as always began with a long lecture from our teachers about how important the following year would be, testing every bit of our patience, intellect, dedication, perseverance and all the other things required, leaving us in a bit of what felt like dilemma, that we were finally in the class everyone dreaded. All the kids, obviously to get a head start, already joined into tuition classes for all subjects but at the end of the day, it really comes down to how much you can retain and understand. The year passed by with the ever looming dread of the boards over our heads all the time, threatening and warning us. Two preboards in school made me pretty annoyed at how many times you could do the same things again and again. It turns out now when I’ve passed my class X with a whopping score of 98.4 that it was a hoax planned by our teachers. My board year was nothing like what I’d been told by people. I enjoyed it like any other and did not cut down on any of my activities or hobbies. Of course half the credit goes to my parents for not being the villains in my life and believing that I’d do well. I’m just gonna say that as long as you manage to keep a cool head and a calm aura right up to the day of the exam, trust me nothing can take those marks away from you. You need to trust the knowledge that you have, all that you’ve learnt and just give it your best shot. Coz people if you’re not the school topper or things didn’t go as planned, it’s not the end of the world please. You can plan again, try once more and you can choose your board year the way you want it to be. There are no implications on you so just work the best you can in a way that’s more convenient to you.. it does teach you a lot, somehow shapes you into a better person- someone who can handle stress when they have to. So for the people who think boards are a nightmare, guys just relax and play along because life goes on and at the end of the day, so do you.

Thanks Mom and Dad for just being there when I didn’t feel like myself at all and for not being like all the other parents, for not letting me become boring just for a board exam. By Sheryl, fresh passout from class X

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

I posted 904 times in 2022

That's 904 more posts than 2021!

389 posts created (43%)

515 posts reblogged (57%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@withahappyrefrain

@liz-allyn

@mrshipsmcgee

@blooming-violets

I tagged 646 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#asks - 201 posts

#tasm - 168 posts

#the amazing spiderman - 145 posts

#tasm x reader - 117 posts

#peter parker - 116 posts

#fic recs - 100 posts

#peter parker x reader - 93 posts

#spiderman - 87 posts

#rambles - 86 posts

#tasm!peter parker - 79 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#i was going to write a little blurb about peter falling in love with a model he's shooting pics of

My Top Posts in 2022:

(long ass posts under here)

I write for The Amazing Spider-Man. This is an 18+ blog.

Tag List:

Send a [message] if you’d like to be added to the tag list! Keep in mind that, by doing so, you’d be tagged to fics that are potentially 18+ and adult content.

Thank you! xoxo Katie

Chapter Fics:

Pinky Promise (Completed)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Imminent (Completed)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Smitten (Completed)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

Extras

Forever Isn’t Long Enough (Completed)

Part One

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633 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

I am full to the brim w tasm requests. so I will empty the contents of my brain below. Do with them what you will.

1: Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

2: Reader who struggles to sleep during the night when shes by herself has the best sleeps when she's napping with Peter during the day, she suggests that he stays the night so she can get a good sleep before an exam, this becomes a regular occurrence, friends to lovers plot ensues.

3: Reader discovers that Peter carrys round a photo of them together in his wallet and just MELTS

4: Some ANGST (kinda): reader is unwell and has been for a while, she is scared of her future and scared that peter will leave her so she doesn't tell him right away, he finds out anyway and is heartbroken for two reasons. 1: she is suffering and 2: she thinks he would leave her for a reason like that

5: More ANGST: Peter still talks about Gwen, alot. Reader feels like she will never live up to what Gwen was to Peter so she confronts Peter about it.

I HATE WHEN YOU PUT SO MUCH GOOD SHIT IN ONE ASK. How am I supposed to pick?!?

I'm feeling fluffy right now. I'm doing 1 and saving the others for my angsty nights.

[TASM!Peter Parker x Reader, flirty friends is what I would describe their relationship as, not quite at the dating stage but getting closer]

Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

You loitered around the skatepark with your camera in hand. It was golden hour and the lighting was perfect. The sun cast a warm glow over cold concrete and the clouds had turned a deep orange. You knelt down beside the half pipe and aimed your camera at Peter. You followed him with the lens until he launched off the other side, bending his legs and grabbing the board with his hand as he spun through the air. The sound of your shutter clicking away filled your ears. You immediately pulled the camera from your face once he landed to look at the results. You felt Peter jog up beside you as you flicked through the pictures.

"How did I look? Did I look cool?" He asked through breathless gasps.

You tiled the camera to show him your favorite picture so far. It was a silhouette of his lean body bent high in the air as he blocked out the sun rays. You were pleased with the clear focus you had managed to get and, with a little editing, the colors would really pop.

Peter leaned over your shoulder and studied the picture. You could smell the sweat and fresh air clinging to his black hoodie. The smell was familiar and intoxicating. It made you want to lean in closer and burry your face in his clothes.

Instead, you made a snarky comment back at him, "Nothing I could do would ever make you cool, Parker. You're a lost cause."

Your favorite of his goofy smiles spread across his face.

He nudged your shoulder with his, "Well, you really worked your magic then, because I look great. Let me try to take one of you next! Come on. We'll trade."

He tried to grab the camera out of your hand and shove his skateboard at you but you backed away.

"Are you serious?" You asked him with an incredulous look.

He laughed, "No, I'm Peter."

It took a second to process what he had said before you broke out into a groan, "Oh my god. Even your dad jokes are terrible. Remind me why I'm friends with you?"

"Because I'm the only one who'll talk to you," he said with a shrug.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "I mean, you're right but you don't have to be so blunt about it. I have feelings, you know."

Peter threw his board on the ground and pointed to it, "Use your feelings and get on my board then."

"That doesn't even make sense," you mumbled under your breath.

You carefully placed you camera down on top of your bag and gave Peter a deadpan look before stepping onto the skateboard. Your foot immediately slipped out from under you causing him to have to leap forward to catch you before falling.

"I'm going to die," you stated mater-of-factly.

Peter chucked and nodded, his hands still wrapped around your waist to hold you up, "You're absolutely going to die. Do the half pipe next. It'll be hilarious."

"I hate you." You tried to step off but he held you firmly in place. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you to skate!" He grinned at you. The sight made your heart melt. You were suddenly very aware of his hands on your waist. His pinky finger had slipped under the hem of your shirt when you moved and was brushing against your bare skin. You tried to repress the jolts of energy that were radiating through your skin. If learning to skate meant keeping Peter's hands on you then you'd be forced to entertain that idea.

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635 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

Peter sending you a video of him cumming lol

Okay this isn’t exactly what you asked for. It’s less of him sending you a video and more of you instructing him on how to cum over video like the little sub that he is in this fic. I hope that’s okay but I got inspired and had to go with it.

Spider-Man’s Favorite Cam Girl

[TASM!Peter Parker x Online Mistress, 18+, sub!Peter]

You took your night job as seriously as your day time one. On a good night, you could make enough money hosting yourself online to cover a months worth of rent. It was your dirty little secret. Maybe for some people being an online mistress was easy. You had talked to other woman who claimed their experience to be all work, no play. A job and nothing more. You found you had a different approach to it. There were certain regulars you had that you found yourself becoming attached to. They started to slip through the cracks of your professionalism. You’d think about them during the day and find yourself excited to run back home every night to your computer. There was one in particular who wormed his way into your heart. You’d never even seen his face but, from the neck down, you could pick him out a crowd. He was your most loyal costumer.

He made you call him Spidey after New York’s finest superhero.

You figured he must have been Spider-Man’s biggest fan. The guy even had a replica of the masked hero’s glove that he used on camera to jerk himself off. He was really into Spider-Man roleplay. Many nights you had played the villain while he was the captured, helpless hero. There was something about him that you found endearing. He wasn’t as off putting as some of the other people you’d entertained in the past. There was a gentle sweetness to him like he desperately wanted to please you. Your mistress personality would always falter around him and you’d take on a more caring role. He seemed to respond well to it.

On your lunch break, you pulled out your phone to check your daily messages. A small smile lingered on your lips when you saw he had messaged you. You clicked on his first before anyone else’s and gave it a read. The message was simple:

“I sent a package to your PO box. Please wear it tonight.”

It wasn’t unusual for men to send you gifts. That’s what the PO box was for. Sometimes they’d send you outfits they wanted you to wear or toys they wanted you to use. As long as they paid properly and their request wasn’t absurd, you’d gladly humor them. You couldn’t wait to see what your favorite Spidey had in mind for you tonight.

With the work day finally over, you carried the box containing his item into your apartment. You’d save opening it for after your shower. You had about an hour before his scheduled appointment. He had reserved an hour block but you knew he’d glad pay extra to steal up more of your time. He had once paid for a full five hours with you. You weren’t sure how he was able to go that long. It was one of the most amazing thing you had ever seen. The man hardly had a cool off period in between. Eventually, you had to be the one to call it quits for your own sanity. When he still didn’t want you to leave, he had continued to pay just for you to talk to him. By the end of that night, you felt like you had gone on the strangest, faceless date of your life.

You stood naked and showered in your bedroom while opening the box on your bed. There were fifteen minutes until you were expected to come online. You pulled the box open and your eyes widened. Inside was his replica of Spider-Man’s glove. The same one he had used many times to touch himself with. You carefully took it out of the box and held it tenderly in your hand. Something about the glove seemed strange. It felt heavy. Real. Nothing how you’d expect a cheap knock off glove to feel. You turned it over and studied it carefully. You were no Spider-Man expert but you’d be damned if this didn’t look exactly like his right hand glove. Your heart fluttered at the thought of wearing the same glove as your online friend. You knew you probably shouldn’t call a faceless stranger who paid you for sex a friend but that was just how you felt about him.

You slipped the glove onto your hand and held it up to the light. It was a loose fit but if you pulled it all the way down, you could make it feel a bit more snug. Nerves fluttered around your stomach as you quickly pulled on a short, red silk, night dress. It was his favorite of the lingerie that you wore and you thought it would match nicely with your new accessory. You pulled out your phone and snapped a quick picture of the teasing glove lingering along your cleavage and subtly pulling down the dress to expose the very top of your areola. You sent the picture straight to your mistress blog for everyone to see with the caption “Ready for a little web action tonight.” You knew he would see it and you hoped it would get him in the right mood for you session tonight.

You took a seat on your bed in front of your laptop, gently rested your head on your newly gloved hand, and turned on the video. His name popped up right away. He was never late. A smile grew on your face as you accepted him into the private chat.

The masked face of Spider-Man filled the screen. You had to refrain from gasping. You had only ever seen him with the glove before. This was the full outfit as far as you could tell, well, minus the glove. It looked so real. There were even tears and dirt as if he had just come straight from a fight. For a moment, you wondered if this was actually him. If Spider-Man was your favorite client. You quickly pushed that thought from your head. Of course he wasn’t. This guy was clearly just a huge fan...who happened to have a perfect replica, down to every last detail, of Spider-Man’s exact suit...

You had to pull yourself back into present. There was a job to be done. You put on your mistress voice, one that was more commanding than your everyday voice, and spoke to him.

“Someone got all dressed up for me tonight.”

His head tiled to the side as his emotionless, exaggerated eyes bore into your soul, “I didn’t have to time to change. I had to get back in time. I couldn’t miss this.”

You gave him a sly smile. Clearly he was ready to role play. Or was he serious? “Well. I hope your lack of glove didn’t throw you off your game tonight, Spidey.” Your eyes darkened and you tilted your head down with an evil smirk, falling into your character as the villain, and teasing the glove across your lips. “You forgot it here last time I had you in my lair. So irresponsible of you. You hero’s are always so terrible at cleaning up after yourself. Making messes for other’s to clean. I’m not going to clean your messes tonight, Spider-Man. You’re going to clean mine.”

You were starting to get excited as you slipped into your role. There was no hesitation. You wanted to see him touching himself. You wanted to hear his beautiful gasps and whimpers as he begged you for your approval. He wanted to be your puppet and you would grant him that wish.

“I want us both to have a really good time tonight but you need to listen to everything I say.” You pouted your lips at him. “If you listen to me and do as I say, then I’ll do everything I can to get you as hard as possible tonight. And I know you’ll love every second of it. As long as you listen to me. I know what’s best for you and I know exactly what you need to do with that cock.”

You placed the tip of your gloved index finger between your teeth and you heard his breath catch in his throat. Good. It was working. Seeing you with a part of his costume was doing the trick. You wished you had been the one to request it from him. It would have made for a good powerplay. You ran the glove down your neck and across your chest.

“Let’s get you warmed up, baby. Tilt that camera down for me. Let me see you release that beautiful cock of yours. Nice and slowly.” Your voice lowered to a sensual whisper as you instructed him.

He did exactly as you said. He moved the camera down so it placed at his crotch. His masked face was no long in frame and his ungloved hand fumbled with his tight spandex pants. You admired his hand while he worked to pull out his member. His fingers were long and skinny. Perfect for gliding right into your wet, needy pussy. You bit your bottom lip at the thought of forcing Spider-Man to take you as his own. His knuckles looked bloodied and bruised as if he really had just been in a fight. It made your fantasies falter again. Something in the back of your mind was tugging you more and more into the direction that this was really him. You forced them back to keep yourself on track. He had his cock freed. It really was a beautiful sight. Every time you saw his hand wrapped around his length it made you feel a pang of jealousy that you couldn’t be the one there doing it for him.

“That’s a good, little Spider. Listening to his mistress. Knowing that I’m the only one who could ever please you like this. Go on. Touch yourself for me. Show me how good I can make you feel. Nice and slowly. Up and down. I want you to just relax and listen to the sound my voice. Mmm.” You gave a quiet moan. You already had to squeeze your thighs together. Something about this man made you so incredibly horny. The mere sight of him on your screen could form a puddle between your legs. “Imagine all the things I’d make you do to me. Oh, I’d use you and abuse you. My little Spider. My plaything. That’s it. Stroke that cock. I want you touching it as lightly as you can. Nothing but a whisper of a touch.”

You heard him whimper in response. The sound was heavenly. If you could jump through the screen and ride him senseless, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Feel those warm tingles flowing through your body with each stroke. The more you tease it. The more you touch it. I want you to think about how naughty you are.” You tutted your tongue at him. “You play so rough with all those big, bad criminals in the city. You think you’re such a big man. But I know the real you, don’t I. The real Spider-Man wants nothing more than to please me, don’t you? You’d do anything I say. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” You held up the glove and swirled your finger around in the air for emphasis. “I want you to touch me. I want your hands all over my body. Hungry for my flesh. I’d let you do such dirty things to me, Spidey. Go on, stroke that cock. Get it nice it wet. I want you to think about how every trace of that wetness reminds you what it would feel like to be inside of me. Sliding in and out of me while you fuck me. Mm, that’s a good picture, isn’t it?”

You repositioned yourself on the bed, pushing your breast together so your cleavage was more prominent for him. “I bet you’d love to see me fuck my fingers with this glove on, wouldn’t you? Is that what you want, Spidey? To watch your fingers burry themselves deep into my needy pussy?”

He gave a shuddered breath and cleared his throat. You wished you could see the expression on his face but you’d have to use your imagination for that. You imagined his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth part in anticipation.

“Yes,” he growled. “Please. I need your wetness to coat my fingers. I want to get you so wet you soak straight through the fabric. I want to be able to smell you on my glove the next time I’m out saving the city.”

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755 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?

Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.

But of course I do!

Infant and Toddler Years:

Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.

He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious.

Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.

When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.

Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead

All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it

Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath.

Young Kiddos:

If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids

His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.

“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.”

His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them.

Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.

Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads

Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.)

Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared.

The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour.

He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips.

Pre-teens:

Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.

His kids are never afraid to tell him anything.

When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again.

His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests.

Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too.

Teaches his kids how to skateboard.

Teenagers:

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994 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity.

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added): @ongreenergrasses @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn

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2,752 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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