#conseQuence has Quenced and No One likes it

[nyapplepie]

the way that i had to sit down for like. an hour after finishing infamous chapter 3 wdYM MOST LIGHTHEARTED???? HELLO???? sat there feeling second-hand stress for mc poor mc ;w;

[allyriadayne]

some thoughts/livetweeting regarding my rereading of the hedge knight:

maekar as this desperate father is so compelling. fourth son trying to outshine his brother through his flop children even if it kills him, trying to live through them but finding them all too alien and making it up through sheer force of will.

this over identification with his children is v interesting to me, because they are maekar's only way to be someone in a family with "too many heirs" but. BUT daeron is a drunk, too different to disciplined maekar. aegon is an unruly child, aemon is useless in the citadel, but aerion is able and fit capable of competing in tourneys probably with a much better ability and success than baelor's son valarr. it's aerion who is maekar's life raft in trying to raise himself above his brothers, esp baelor who seems to be perfect. imagine your best chance being AERION.

then imagine being maekar thinking he might have a good chance to prove himself against a hedge knight (easy. plus he's fighting with his sons! and the kingsguard! for show!) who did so much harm to his family, and then fucking baelor sides with his rival. don't kick him, he's already down!!!

maekar is so pressed! his chance to fight for his family's honor has just being stomped by baelor's huge horse. i know he resents baelor really had to die because no one could measure up to him

baelor is not a competition anymore but he'll still hear the whispers just like he says valarr will. and! interesting how maekar finally sends aerion away when he doesn't need him to one up baelor anymore. baelor's dead and valarr is no rival to him, even if he doesn't envy him like he did his father. maekar killed him but will not face the consequences directly in his reigns, /now/ he's glad he's the fourth son.

hmmm imagine if aerion were the one to kill baelor accidentally instead of maekar vvv troubling for someone who projects himself so much on his son.

dunk stop kicking him!! He's already grieving!!

maekar: surely the conses won't quence when my unspoken intense rivalry with my perfect older brother manifests in the worst way possible during a trial set by the gods

dunk:

maekar: and maybe if I kill my brother it doesn't mean anything at all

[babischlong-six]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

ooh thank you for the tag <3 most of my stuff i tend to write to mess around with concepts i wish i could read in a sort of [thanos voice:]"fine, i'll do it myself" kinda way. so these are the five i decided i like today

Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. (The Merciless, 2017) - a retelling of The Merciless in slashy vignettes - it's sexy and screwed-up and sad, what more could one want? - i'm honestly shocked that i managed to write a 11,180 word, multichapter fic and actually finish it in about a week, i must have been possessed or something

hold me tight and never let go (Star Trek: Enterprise) - AKA "the andorian dick pincers fic" - shran/archer shenanigans take a sharp turn when the pincers come out: phlox treats sex injuries - i had so much fun writing this

Hegemony (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) - season 6 damar/weyoun pre-slash and all the fucky-wucky power dynamics - my first attempt at dayoun - i think i nailed the characterization tbh

Predestination Paradox (Star Trek: Enterprise) - a small remedy to the shocking lack of silik content in the ENT fandom - like come on, a time-travelling chameleon alien who has like, the sexiest voice and an antagonistic relationship with archer, and then they have to work together for a common cause? - short af story, but i have a lot of interest in the time-war plotline in ENT that just got dropped in favor of the xindi war arc - please talk to me about archer/silik. please.

Consequences (Star Trek: Enterprise) - surprise! it's more shrancher - classic "pretend to be married on a mission" situation, but unfortunately the federation's bureaucracy catches up to them and the conces are quencing - dialogue-only so i had a blast writing it

[ao3feed-tododeku]

A School's Burns BITCH, Kacchan-Quences, & a Road to Recovery...Girl

Part 6: A School’s Burns BITCH, Kacchan-Quences, & a Road to Recovery...Girl by Serge98

Description/Summary: Aizawa and Hizashi bring the tapes to Nedzu and Aldera gets found out. Bakugou x Consequences, Recovery Girl forgiveness, and Izuku gets help.

I am so sorry for the really long wait!! I got super busy and kept getting writer's block while writing some of the dialogue and scenes. I really hope you all enjoy this Part! Until next time!

Words: 27941, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Was going to be a crackfic… then angst happened...now it's a series

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Kaminari Denki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Natsuo, Eri, Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou x consequences, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Abandoned Midoriya Izuku, Abused Midoriya Izuku, Anxious Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Homeless Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, injured midoriya izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has Abandonment Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Esteem Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Worth Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Confidence Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Everthing Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has Separation Anxiety, Midoriya Izuku is Selectively Mute, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Gets Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs Help, Midoriya Izuku gets help, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku has trauma, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Sad Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Significant Other, Todoroki Shoto Has Trauma, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi has PTSD, Shinsou Hitoshi Has Trauma, Shinsou Hitoshi: I Don't Know Any All Might I Only Know Ass Bitch Kaminari Denki Has Trauma, Jirou Kyouka is a Non-binary Demi-Girl Bakugou Katsuki Being an Asshole, like season 1 Bakugou but worse, Bakugou x Consequences, Recovery Girl X Consequences, Aldera X Consequences, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Nedzu, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Protective Kaminari Denki, Protective Yaoyorozu Momo, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Nedzu Has PTSD, Nedzu Has Trauma, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Has PTSD and Trauma

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33811537

[specialmindz]

“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS WHERE ARE YOU?”

BUBBH!           

“PAPYRUS!”

Sans poked the baby bones currently playing the bathtub. “hey uh, bro? i think dad wants you…”

“PAH-PYRUS!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“WHAT YOU WANT STINK DADDY? I’S MAKING MOOSIC OVER HERE!”

The infant continued splashing in the tub, the bubbles floating gently through the air with each slap the water received. “UNDER DA’ SEA! UNDER DA’ SEEEA! DOWN HERE IT WETTER, DOWN HERE IT BETTER, TAKE IT FROM BAY-A-BEEEEE!”

CAP CAP CAP!

CA-THINK, WHAM!

“ugh! dad, you don’t have to slam open the door like that-”

“WHERE’S MY KEYBOARD, YOU LITTLE SHIT?”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“I don’t know what you’s talkin’ bout’. What is dis ‘key-board’ you speak of? Is a board game?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS! YOU USE IT WHEN YOU’RE USING MY COMPUTER! TELL ME WHERE IT IS THIS INSTANT!”

SPLASH!

Papyrus stopped. “Why you need it so bad? You’s a scientist, not a moosician! I’S the only one with musical talent round’ here! Listen to mah jams!”

SPLASH SPLASH!

“UNDER DA’ SEA-”

“THAT’S THE WRONG KIND OF KEYBOARD!”

“uh oh,” said Sans, studying the water. The surface of it was almost completely obscured by bubbles, but he had a good idea of what lay beneath. Papyrus normally didn’t even like bubbles, as they got in his eye sockets and made it hard to see where he was swimming, but today he actually asked for extra suds in order to create “special effects” for a “concert” he was performing.

It looked like Gaster had the same idea too, as a trademarked sigh of unmistakable misery escaped him.

Heh heh, it’s like watching a balloon slowly lose its will to live…

SPLASH SPLASH, SPLASH SPLASH!

“It’s under the water isn’t it?”

“Nyeh?”

“My keyboard. It’s underwater.”

Papyrus looked down at the water and then back up at his father. “I do bad Daddy?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve made a mistake...”

“I fuk up yo’ life?”

“Yes Papyrus, you’ve ‘fucked up my life,’ now give me my keyboard so I can repair it.”

“Mmm…no. No, I’s gonna fix it. I already has an idea, in fact! I can still make dis work.” Papyrus licked the water. “Yep. Daz the problem. That’s the problem right there. I got the suds, but the water not be salty enough. SNAS!”

“AHH! wh-what? what do ya’ want pap?” asked Sans, putting a hand against his skull.

“Well FIRST, I’d like you to pay attention,” said the baby. “We gots a situation over here and you’s dreaming bout’ eating Sabastian!” The infant pointed to a dead crab floating in the bath near his feet. It had CLEARLY been eaten a long time ago by someone else, probably a human seeing as Papyrus got all his stuff from the Dump, but apparently the shell was all he needed to play pretend.

“I needs you to search the Powder Place and finds the salt,” said Papyrus, now pointing at the bathroom cabinet.

The bathroom cabinet was where the family keep their cleaning supplies. Heavy-duty powder that was used to clean up serious messes regular soap couldn’t handle, pest control bottles that sprayed foul-smelling chemicals, and copious amounts of baby powder lined the floor of the cabinet. Some of the bottles and boxes were neatly arranged, but most of the supplies had been knocked over, their contents scattered everywhere due to a combination of missing lids and an unsupervised baby…at least that’s what Papyrus said.

His little brother didn’t like the Powder Place very much, and at one point he even tried to do something about it, admitting fully that he had once purposely spilled the contents of the baby powder in order to make the area smell like an infant rather than Catty’s litterbox room. It was Papyrus’s argument that cleaning supplies should never smell like fresh fruit.

“Be careful Snas, it may smell delicious in there, but erything be poison. Big people’s use it as a trick to kill off fat babies.”

“Don’t be absurd! That’s not even close to being correct.”

“Yes it is. Big people’s like their monies and a fat baby is a baby that eats alllll the time. Food costs money, so they buy poison that smell like food to get rid of the baby without legal con-see-quences.”

“That’s not true, who TOLD you that?”

“Dirt-Butt.”

“*Sigh*”

Of COURSE it was Dirt-Butt.

“Dirt-Butt” was ALWAYS saying nonsense, though it really didn’t bother Gaster as much as every other source of knowledge the infant found. He was usually relieved in fact. Papyrus was used to getting stereotypical info from the media, but the things Dirt-Butt told him more often than not, actually kept him out of trouble.

If only headaches weren’t still the norm…

 “NO DADDY, DON’T USE DA’ LECTRICAL HOLE! DIRT-BUTT SAY PICHU LIVE IN THERE!”

“…What?”

“dirt-butt told pappy that pikachus were electric mice who made their homes in electrical outlets,” explained Sans, playing a game on his phone.

“IS TOO! PIKACHU’S BABIES LIVE IN THERE! YOU’S GONNA POKE EM’ IN THE BUTT!” Papyrus covered the holes of the outlet with his hands, Determined to save his fellow infants. “Dirt-Butt says only big people can get poked in the butt, he also say-”

“Pikachus do NOT live or make their nests in electrical outlets.” Interrupted the scientist. “No one does.”

“Yes they do! Dat’s why the tricity gets used up. Pichu eat da’ power so they can gets big, is their nutrients!”  

Gaster shook his head. “No. The reason you don’t want to stick things in here is because you’ll be electrocuted. Dirt-Butt lied. You need to pay more attention to people when they’re talking Papyru-”

“You gets elly-cuted cause’ you piss off Pikachu.”

“Did you not hear me?”

“If you poke the babies, you gets zapped.”

“Papyrus.”

“I KNOWS MAH ANIMALS DADDY!”  

“SNAS, MORE SALT!”

“NO, do NOT put salt in your brother’s bathwater, it’s terrible for bones,” said Gaster reaching into the cabinet. He pulled out the salt, but was immediately met with a wet keyboard to the face.

CACK!

“PAPYRUS!”

“GIMME MAH SALT STINK DADDY! IS MINE!”

“No, it is NOT yours-”

“GIMME MY SALT OR I’S GONNA TELL UPON YOUUU!”

“You do that.”

“I WILL! I’ll tell upon you and you’s gonna get in trouble! I tells em’ you taked the salt and tried to make a baby stew…” said Papyrus smiling.

“Wh-”

“I’ll tell eryone you putted salt and carrots in mah bath and eryone will hate you. They’ll go ‘poor baby Pappy, he has such a bad wife, his daddy try to cook him for supper! We should ah-rest that bad guy and donate lossa monies to that baby’s fundraiser so their family can eats!”

“…What fundraiser?” asked the father, sensing trouble. He immediately regretted saying anything. In fact, he regretted it before the second word even came out of his mouth, but by then it was already too late.

“MY fundraiser. Baby Pappy’s Happy Nappies for Crap Bs!” Papyrus grinned and spread his arms out wide as if in celebration.

“’Crap B’s…?”

“Crap babies. Babies who not geniuses like me. Snas say, other baes not as fortunate as us, so I should be nice and share mah toys.”

“…”

“I don’t wanna do that, so instead I makes a fundraiser to get the inferior infants nappies!”

“Papyrus-”

“Nappies is diapers.”

“I know what nappies are,” said Gaster, already annoyed. Though the fundraiser’s name was enough to prove to Asgore that he wasn’t responsible for whatever came from his youngest’s latest money-making scheme, he still had to put an end to it. If he didn’t, he’d have the king’s citizens knocking at his door, and things were already getting bad in that regard.

More and more monsters had fallen ill from Hotland’s toxic fumes due to the fact that the Underground’s air filter lacked the power to operate and the more…unreasonable, individuals were getting upset. With the Lab being the closest medical building, the sick were often brought in and placed into the renovated Medical Ward. What was once mostly a living room was now a warehouse of beds, stretching almost from one end of the room to the other and lined with monsters of every variety.

Not that he was running out of room or anything.

The monsters there weren’t being cured, but rather drained of their magic to create magic crystals, a brilliant, if cold-hearted idea to be sure. This however, was necessary, though it had a severe consequence as it resulted in an increase of the Fallen; monsters who had lost too much magic and so had fallen into a comatose state. If the comatose had a chance of waking, he wouldn’t have dozens of family members banging on his door and flooding his email with questions, but sadly that wasn’t the case. Those that fell, fell to dust. There was no waking them…at least he didn’t THINK so…Gaster admittedly hadn’t bothered to experiment with that kind of thing yet.

I’m raising two children, keeping the oil reservoir under control AND a secret, trying to come up with a permanent solution to our power problem, logging the names and the number of incoming patients, making magic crystals, recording Papyrus’s progress, AND fixing HIS messes; I don’t have the TIME to meddle in monster mortality.

“uh, dad? papyrus just ran out the door giggling.”

“Wh-what?” Gaster looked about the bathroom to find that it was, indeed, missing a baby. “Why didn’t you stop him?!”

“he ran right past you, so i figured it was okay.”

“Papyrus by himself is NEVER okay, you should know that! Where did he go?” He poked his head out of the doorway and looked down the hall. A wet trail of baby tracks led into the darkness and he could just faintly hear the clacking sound of tiny bone feet getting farther and farther away.

“he said something about ‘customer satisfaction’ or…whatever. i wasn’t really paying attention-”

“GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND GO GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“*siiiiigh* FINE. PAPPY? WHERE YOU AT BABY BRO?”

“I SAID ‘GET’ NOT ‘YELL’ SANS!”

Lazy little…

“uuuughh!” Rolling his eyes, Sans shoved his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie and walked out the door. “PAPPYYYY! HEEERE PAPPY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

Wiping off his ruined keyboard, Gaster tucked it under his arm and followed his oldest.

He already knew where the little bastard was headed.

Earlier in the week, while he was sweeping dust off the beds, he had found a little white diaper under the covers. ALL of the beds that once held the Fallen, had them in fact. It was obvious that Papyrus was putting diapers on the comatose patients, but until today, he never knew why.

“…those aren’t babies pappy,” said Sans from far off.

“Course they are! Daz why they sweep so much. Cwap babies don’t do much Snas, they just eat, sweep, and doody in their diapies. Some of them pay wit toys, but-”

“PAPYRUS GET OUT OF THE MEDICAL WARD!”

Papyrus turned his head to look down the hall, then, waving at his daddy, he turned back around.

“PAPYRUS!”

“Shoosh, stink Daddy! You wake da’ babies!” The tiny skeleton looked at the fluffy, unconscious dog-monster. “So tell us, doody-dog…how satisfied are you wit mah pro-duct? From one to a hundred?”

“…”

Papyrus lifted the dog’s head, “Eleventy-six!” exclaimed the baby bones, “I’d definitely wear another! Mah only complaint is the lack of hole for my stupid dog tail-”

“*pfft!* pap-”

“THERE SHOULDN’T BE ANY COM-PAINTS!” yelled Papyrus into the dog’s face. “DIS A FUNDRAISER, YOU BE GATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU GET, SUCK-BABY!”      

“…”

“he’s not answering you bro.”

“Cwap babies not talk much Snas, but the result be clear. They satisfied…and now I must expand mah business!” cried Papyrus, raising a finger in the air. “TO WATERFALL!”

“huh?”

Using his wingdings, Papyrus picked himself up and placed his little body atop his brother’s skull, apparently expecting Sans to take him to his destination with haste.

He didn’t.

“pap, i don’t know what EXACTLY you’re trying to do, but it’s probably not a good idea; you’re naked and dad was-”

“TO WATERFALL SNAS!!” repeated the baby, louder this time. “TIME BE MONEY, HONEY!”

“don’t call me that.”

SPL-SPLASH!

Teleporting to Waterfall, the two brothers fell into the water near the docks, Papyrus slipping from his sibling’s head almost at once.  

“NYEHHHHAAH! WHY YOU PUT US IN DA’ WATER SNAS? THE FISHIES SEE MAH BUTT!” The infant covered his rear end with a tiny hand, using the other to grab hold of Sans’ hoodie.

“then you shoulda listened to me huh?” replied Sans, CLEARLY not sorry at all. “besides, you know i can’t control exactly where i show up!”

Just the area in general…

“DON’T LOOK AT MAH BUTT CWEEP FISH!”

TAP!

A strange tapping sound drew the older boy’s attention, and Sans turned his head to see old man Gerson walking along the docks, cane in hand, while the baby batted at the curious fish.

“What’s all the commotion over here?” asked the turtle, scratching under his chin. He looked a lot more ancient when he was in full view. Sans usually only saw him in his shop, as did everyone else. It was rare to find him wandering around, as Undyne had a habit of taking it upon herself to scavenge for supplies at the Dump and present it to him to selling. Because of her, he never really HAD to leave anymore.  

TAP, SHIFF!

The old man got closer and peered down at the two in the water, holding a magnifying glass to his eye. “Wahhaha, of course, of course it’s you, Papyrus. Giving your brother trouble I see!”

Does he bring that everywhere with him?

“it-it wasn’t pappy’s fault, i made a mistake,” said Sans quietly.

“Is that so? Well you two shouldn’t be bathing in the same place we water folk get our food, might get a taste for skeletons! Wahhahaha!” He laughed again, but the little Horror wasn’t as amused.

“DON’T EAT DA’ BABY!”

“we weren’t bathing…i just…took a wrong turn or something…”

“You weren’t? Then where are your brother’s clothes?”

“CTHULHU TOOK EM’! I seens it, wit my own widdle eyes, Wrinkle-Man!” said Papyrus, splashing in the water.

“Really? Well that’s just awful! Isn’t that awful Sans?”

“please don’t encourage him.”

“They must be pretty mean to do something like that; picking on a poor little cherub like you.”

“Yep, I’s a sad cher-chero-cherrio. A very sad cheerio Wrinkle-Man, baby’s don’t gots lots of monies ya’ know? How I supposed to buy new jammies wit no monies?”

“That IS an issue,” said Gerson warily, sensing an approaching problem. He turned to Sans, but the child only glared at him, his expression giving the answer to the old man’s unsaid plea.

You started this, now YOU can deal with it.

I’m not helping you.

“Ya’ know what would make this little cheerio happy again Wrinkle-Man?”

“cherub, pappy.”

“*Sigh*…What’s that?”

“If you would accept dis diapie.” The baby bones held up a soaked diaper, possibly getting it from out of Sans’ pocket.

“oh, that’s right, i didn’t check my pockets today.” He looked down at his clothes sadly. Whatever was in there today was probably ruined now by the water.

Papyrus tended to hide things in his brother’s hoodie.

Every once in a while, the kid comedian would reach into his pocket to find crayons, candy, a kaleidoscope, bouncy balls, a yo-yo, and sometimes even makeup in his pocket. They were fun little surprises that he enjoyed, like tiny gifts. They obviously belonged to his sibling, but liked Papyrus liked to say “what’s mine is yours,” so he considered them gifts.

The big treasures were his favorite, as they were rare and akin to getting surprise packages in the mail. He’d wake up in the morning and go to the place on the floor near the dresser where he always threw his hoodie and be excited to find a big lump covered by his clothing. A sign that his brother had hidden something neat.

You’d think he’d quit hiding things with it by now. He’s gotta know I’m stealing em’…

One time, Sans even found a skateboard hidden under it. He played with it a lot, and got pretty good, but when he started doing tricks, Papyrus became…unhappy. He remembered his baby brother screaming in terror and crying when he showed him a kickflip for the first and last time. He remembered feeling super guilty about it too. He only had 1 HP after all; if he fell, it was bye-bye big bro.

The skateboard now sat in a corner collecting dust, a sad reminder of what could have been.

“I don’t need a diaper yet kiddo!” said Gerson, slightly insulted.

“Sure, you do! All old peoples need diapies and all we asks in ass-change is dat you gives us a small donation.”  

“A small donation’ hm?”

“Yep, for just thirty-twelve G, you could have this super absorbent, long-lasting diaper. Yo’ donations go to the Happy Nappies Fundraiser where we will buy MORE diapies and gives them to the less fortunate.”

“…It sounds like you’re selling diapers for 3,012g, FAR more than they’re worth. That’s thirty-twelve right? 3,012g?”

“Correct. We uses the extra monies to buy more nappies.”

“That’s not a fundraiser young’un’, you’re supposed to be raising money for charity. If you’re selling these to the babies here in the Underground-”

“I not sell to babies, I GIVE to da’ baes!”

“…But their parents pay for them.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not a fundraiser, you’re ‘hustling’ as the kids say.”

“No! I not hustle, I BUSTLE! The fundraiser be for babies, THEY gets the diapies for free, not the big peoples.”

“you’re either not understanding bro, or you’re trying to cheat people.”

Probably the latter.  

“Daz not too. I buys diapies for the peoples who needs em’ and I use the rest to buy stuffs dat I need...like my jammies. Erybody wins.”

Papyrus attempted to climb out of the water and then, realizing his arms weren’t strong enough to pull him up onto the dock, he summoned his wingdings and placed himself onto the planks.

RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE!

“ugh, pap!” Sans covered his face as his tiny and inconsiderate sibling shook his body back and forth like the dogs in Snowdin, attempting to rid himself of the water.

“Wahahaha!”

SQISH!

THAP THAP THAP!

The infant squeezed the diaper in his hands and whipped it in the air, sending beads of water every which way. He knew it would probably not be the most absorbent product he ever sold, but perhaps the old monster would still want it for catching doodies…?

“bro, that diaper’s ruined, you’re not going to be able to sell it. look, it’s torn…”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at the nappy in his hand. It seemed fine just a minute ago, but now it was all stretched out and worse yet, the sticky parts that were meant to hold the diaper in place wouldn’t stick anymore. He tried several times to get them to, but the front kept falling open.

Sans was right.

His product was ruined.

“NYEHHHHHAAHHHH! SNAAAAAAAS!”

“*sigh*”

“MY DIAPIE BE BOKEN SNAS! NYEH-HAAAHHHH!!!”

Sans got out of the water and picked up his baby brother. “don’t cry pappy,” he said, bouncing him up and down in his arms. “it’ll be okay.” He patted him on the back, but the baby bones refused to stop crying, still clutching the diaper in his little hand.

“Oh dear…hmm…tell you what,” said Gerson, pulling a wallet out of his shirt pocket. “I’ll buy your nappy at 2,000g, since it’s damaged. A young’un’ needs a pair of clothes, right?”

“our dad didn’t sell his clothes if that’s what you’re-”

“Shu up Snas, YES PWEASE MR. WRINKLE-GUY!” yelled Papyrus, suddenly all smiles. “I WOULD VERY MUCH AH-PEA-CIATE THAT!”

“PAPYRUS!”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” laughing loudly, the tortoise-monster gave him the money. “Looks like this old man’s been outmaneuvered in marketing! I better watch out!”

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“…”

“Oh, don’t look so glum, my boy. Your brother needs this practice in order to protect you in the future! He’s gonna be quite the young warrior, isn’t that right Papyrus?”

“…There will be war.”

“WAHHAHAHAHA!” Mr. Gerson laughed again and walked back towards his shop. He tended to laugh a lot when Papyrus was present, though seeing him also made the elderly monster a bit sad too.  

Sometimes I miss the old days when a lot of these little guys were around…

Maybe one day, nature will fix our past mistakes. I just hope it doesn’t need help…or that it’s not too late.

TAP, SHIFF!

TAP, SHIFF!

“…that wasn’t very nice bro.”

“The business world is a harsh one, Snas,” said Papyrus, counting his G. “You needs to pactice too big Buther. One day, you’s gonna need to help da’ baby, ya’ know? Is sad dat you has no monies of your own. Just cause’ you gots 1 hp, don’t mean you’s useless. You gots a brilliant mind, put it to good use.”

“i don’t need life advice from a crook.”

“Kay’ when you gets a life, come see da’ baby.”

“i HAVE a life, you little asshole! it’s just isn’t a life of crime.”

“No crime no dime, big Buther. Sometimes you gots to break the rules to get da’ jewels! Tell Daddy he either pay you for help, or he pay fines for child labor.”

“that’s blackmail.”

“Is genius is what it is.”

Sans chuckled and put the money in his hoodie. “why would you need my help bro? unemployed monsters down here are a dime-a-dozen!”

“…”

“all jewel need to do is lie and they’ll help you out. i don’t need to do anything, heh heh…”    

“…You needs to pactice yo’ font too.”

“fine-”

“SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM DA’ BABY!” yelled Papyrus, kicking his legs.

“i can’t leave you here, child abandonment is a crime-”

“DAZ NOT EVEN A PUN!”

“besides, crawling all the way home would be a bit labor-ious, wouldn’t it?”

“IIIII HATE CHUUUUUU!!”

CAP, CAP!

CAP, CAP!

Oh crap, someone else is coming. I need to get Pappy back in some clothes or-

“HEY! NO BATHING IN THE FOOD SUPPLY, IT’S ILLEGAL!” cried a shrill voice Sans knew all too well. Startled, he dropped his brother in surprise, but luckily the infant didn’t seem to care.

“HELLWOE FISH-LADY!” Papyrus threw up his arm in greeting. “DA’ WRINKLE-MAN JUST LEFT!” The baby pointed towards Snowdin.

“He was just here?”

“yeah, he headed back to his stall a few seconds ago,” replied Sans, glaring at his brother. “while you were…underwater. why were you underwater? this is the breeding area…”

“Right, I was talking to the fish. Gotta make sure no one’s stealing them, so everyone can keep eating-”

“Fish Lady’s growing an army to fight the homos!” said Papyrus excitedly.

“SSHH!! Shut the fuck up Papyrus!” whispered Undyne harshly.

“homosapiens baby bro, you have to say the whole thing or…you know what? just say humans, kay’?”

“Homo humans!”

“…not better. also, are you talking about actual fish, undyne or water monsters?”

“WHO CARES?” yelled the young girl. “THE MORE SOLDIERS THE BETTER!” She grinned proudly, her hands on her hips. No one would expect an attack from the water AND the land, the next war against humans was as good as won.

That is, if no adults found out about it. They didn’t appreciate Undyne’s ingenious war strategies like Papyrus did.

No matter how helpful or cool they were, adults always seemed to have a problem with her ideas, and unfortunately, Sans and Gaster were no different. For most of them to work, she needed science nerds, but they saw her plans the same way they saw Papyrus’s, terrible and “asinine.”

The Royal Scientist’s words, not hers.

She didn’t know what “asinine” meant, but it had the word “ass” in it, so she assumed their father was calling her ideas booty.

My ideas aren’t ass!

My ideas are GREAT!

Stupid, crappy, science dweeb, is just lazy. How hard can it be to build a giant robot? Isn’t there already someone asking him to do that already?

“…A giant robot can destroy entire towns, I saw it in a movie.”

“what are you talking about? are you still on about that robot army?” Sans sighed, a trademark sign of his that meant he thought she was being stupid. Undyne had heard it many times before.

“IT’S A GOOD IDEA!!” she screamed. “AND IT WASN’T AN ARMY, IT WAS JUST O-”  

“for the last time, if you saw something already done in a movie undyne, the humans know how to COUNTER it; they make the friggen’ things!”

Undyne’s so dumb…

“Yeah, but the movies are old, Sans! They’re in the Dump, because no one watches them anymore! We’ll have the element of surprise.”

“I wish to pilot a Gundam, big Buther.”

“SEE?! Papyrus wants it!” she said, pointing at the baby bones. “You want to blow up a town widdle Pappy?”

The infant smiled and bounced up and down on his rear end excitedly. “Yeah yeah yeah!” he said, ignoring his sibling’s frown. “I’s Middle Eastern ya’ know…is mah calling.”

“still don’t know what middle ease is, pap.”

“Middle East Snas! It mean I comes from da’ center of the earth…only is a liiiittle East.” The infant pinched his fingers together, squinting with one eye to make sure there was space between them, hoping he had solved the mystery.

“The center of the earth…?” Undyne looked confused. “You mean Hell?”

“i’d believe that.”

“Noooo! I’s on the WOOF of Hell…cept’ is a liiittle East.”

“Yeast…isn’t that the stuff bread is made from?”

“he’s saying east, undyne. it’s a direction.” Sans pointed towards where he knew the Lab was located.

“…That’s left, Sans-I MEAN RIGHT! That’s your right.”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE!”

“SHUT UP PAPYRUS, I WASN’T WRONG!”

“you are.”

“YOU SHUT UP TOO!!”    

“how old are you?”

“YOU CAN’T ASK ME THAT! I’M A WOMAN, IT’S ILLEGAL!”

“Is you a baby like me, Fish Lady? If so, I gots a great product for you…”

“I’m NOT a baby, I’M GROWN!” Undyne stomped her foot angrily on the planks of the pier, scaring Sans a little. He had no idea how long those timbers had been there, but he knew people walked on them every day. Eventually, they would break and need to be replaced…probably by the pines in Snowdin.

There are some people who use them for firewood too though, I know Grillby does. What if we run out? How long does it take a pine tree to grow?

…

Who planted them there to begin with?

“Nyeh? You spacing again, big Buther?”

It was something he thought of often whenever he was bored, and he highly doubted it was the monsters doing.

“Come back down from space, Snas!”

No one knew what the inside of Mt. Ebott was like, which is why everyone in the beginning not only scrambled for a home as soon as possible, but also refused to leave it behind for something better. It didn’t make sense to begin with for the monsters to carry saplings with them into a mountain with little to no sunlight. Even if the sunlamps in Snowdin had been immediately installed, it would’ve taken time. Could the trees survive that long without the sun? Why were they all pine trees to begin with? If the monsters came from different environments all over the world, wouldn’t some have brought cacti, palm trees, and other tropical plants?

It’s like someone made preparations for us to live here…

“EARTH TO THE SNAS!”

“AH!”

“Stop daydreaming and tell da’ Fish Lady how great mah fundraiser be! She doesn’t want to buy my diapies…” said Papyrus quietly.

“Why are you naked?”

“s-sorry bro, i was thinking about the trees. how come there’s only pine trees and fruit trees in the underground?”

“Nyeh?”

Why was his brother always thinking about trees?

“There’s a fern in the Resort Area,” said Undyne, hoping to change the subject. She’d rather talk about plants than diapers.

“why though? who was the guy who went ‘hey, yeah, i know i’m being ushered out of my home with little to no warning and should prooobably pack everything i think will be needed to maintain my survival-”

“But this fern doh…” The young girl laughed, imagining the scenario. “I gotta take this fern, man!”

“*pfft!* c’mon undyne, for real-”

“FERNS BEFORE FOOD! FERNS BEFORE FAMILY!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”  

“AND THESE FLOWERS, DUDE! I NEED THESE GOLDEN FLOWERS IN MY LIFE!”

Sans laughed in spite of himself as his baby brother let out a high-pitched screech of delight. As curious as he and it was, the comedian had to admit it was also pretty funny.

I guess back then, people didn’t have to worry so much about survival as they do now. They probably weren’t expecting things to be so hard down here.

It’s good that kids like us don’t have to worry about that sort of thing…most of us anyway.

Dad’s a douche, but our generation depends on him and he’s doing his best to deliver. Without him, the Underground would be doomed.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was one of the worrying kids. The future frightened him; his father frightened him.

One of the perks of being invisible, aside from whenever the Royal Scientist needed him, was that Sans could go anywhere and do anything he pleased when off the clock. He knew about the Fallen and what his father was doing before Flowey even appeared to tell him, and he was willing to bet his brother did too.

Papyrus didn’t mess with the draining machine.

Sans noticed he didn’t talk about it either. There were no questions, no threats, no mentions whatsoever. In fact, these days Papyrus seemed to mellow out a bit in general, his pranks becoming fewer and fewer in number until the labs horrendous reputation began to fade. The baby bones had even gone out to recruit other bright minds to help in the lab, no doubt sensing his father’s incoming mental collapse.

Despite how serious their power problem was, the truth remained that they HAD oil. It was dangerous to use, but it was a choice Gaster had other than draining that he didn’t favor. He CHOSE murder, their father CHOSE to drain sick monsters who came to him for help, and showed absolutely no remorse or concern for his actions.

Not good.        

“Does Onion-chan gots ferns?”

“huh?”

“It’s Onionsan, Pappy. You’re spelling it wrong, and yes, those are ferns.”

“oh, you’re still talking about ferns…who’s onionsan?” asked Sans. He didn’t know much about the monsters that lived underwater, but apparently no citizen was safe from his little bro. He hoped he hadn’t caused too much trouble…

“Onionsan-chan be a monster from Japan, man!” replied the infant, enjoying his tongue twister. “I doesn’t know how he got here dough…”

“OnionSAN, Papyrus-”

“They too big for mah diapies, so we not visit the tentacles today.”

“what?”

“Onionsan is a monster that looks like an octopus. I’ve never heard of Japan though.”

“Is where the woah-bots come from, Fish Lady! Da’ Vocaloid and the Gundams and the aira-planes…”

“airplanes aren’t robot birds baby bro,” said Sans smiling.

“Nyeh? No bird? Tsundereplane lie…?”

“huh?”

This alarmed Sans. Papyrus was behaving himself more in the lab, but that meant he was spending most of his time outside where it was dangerous.

Who’s Tsundereplane? How many people is he talking to?!

“you know what? it doesn’t matter. stop talking to strangers papyrus, it’s dang-PAPYRUS!”

BEEP BEEP!

Taking Sans’ phone out of his pocket via wingdings, Papyrus called his “friend” on speed dial.

“Hellwoe?”

“papyrus, stop!”

Who the hell gave him their number?! How long has that been in my phone?!  

“Yep, is da’ baby…”

“hang up, papyrus. whoever gave you their number isn’t a sane person-”

“Snas say you’s not a whoa-bot bird Tsundereplane. Why you lie to cute widdle me?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“WELL SCU YOU TOO, STINK ARROW-PLANE! I BEAT YO’ ASS!”  

BEEP!

“…”

“…Tsundereplane not my friend no more.”

“Aww…poor Pappy…” Undyne patted the infant’s skull.

“don’t feel sorry for him! that’s what he gets for talking to strangers, maybe next time he’ll think before putting numbers in MY phone!”

“Yep, woe is me Fish Lady…”

“are you even listening to me?”

“…First they steals mah jammies and now they lie and call me an idiot-face. I am the saddest of cheerios…”

“THEY STOLE YOUR CLOTHES?!”

“you little shit.”

“STEALING’S ILLEGAL! Don’t worry Pappy, THE UNSTOPPABLE UNDYNE WILL GET YOUR CLOTHES BACK!”

“he’s lying undyne-”

Sans reached out to stop her, but Undyne was already off towards Hotland.

Damnit!

There’s no way he’d catch her, he didn’t even know who or where Tsundereplane was.

I don’t even know what they LOOK like…an airplane probably, but…

“Nyeh hee hee hee!”

“*humph!* i bet you’re pretty proud of yourself, huh baby bro?”

“Yes.”

“you think you did the right thing?”

“Yes.”

“what do you think’s gonna happen when undyne finds out you were lying?”

“She gonna come back and do the accu-sa-tions and Imma say ‘they throw my jammies in da’ lava?’ then I’s gonna cry reeeal loud, and she gonna feel sorry for me.”

“…”

“She’ll say, ‘aww, I didn’t think of that! Poor baby Pappy…I should go out and buy you NEW jammies!’ and then I say, ‘no, no, you’s done enough.”

“…is that right?”

“Yep. I say, “Just gives me some monies and I go gets em’. Shopping be boring.’ Then she gonna go ‘you’s right! Shopping IS boring. Here are some monies…and a widdle extra for the accu-sa-tions.”

“…”

“That’s when I be reeeal nice and say ‘keep da’ extra, you deserves it for being a good friend to da’ baby.’ Then I buys candy and I eats it, then we all live happy ever after.”

“…i’m calling undyne.”

“WHY YOU GOTS TO DESTROY MY HAPPY AFTER?”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“I’M NOT SELLING YOU NOTHIIIIINN’!!!” screamed Papyrus, “NYEH!” Snatching his brother’s phone, the baby bones took off running towards Snowdin.

“PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS, NO!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“DO NOT GO INTO TOWN NAKED, PAPYRUS!”

Friggin’ dumbass! There’re dogs everywhere there, he can’t be showing that many bones, he’ll get eaten!

Or they would.

Probably the dogs.

Either way, Sans knew who would ultimately be blamed.

“GOOD LUCK FINDING ME IN DA’ SNOW BIG BUTHER!”

“ugh, shit!”

POOF!

With an enthusiastic smile, Papyrus leapt into a snow poff as soon as his sibling lost sight of him. There was no way Sans would find a tiny white skeleton in a snowfield. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack…whatever a haystack was.

Finally, his Michael Jackson syndrome was paying off.

“Nyeh? *sniff sniff*”

That was odd. The snow poff he was in smelled like doody. Well, actually, the whole town smelled like a barnyard, but this was especially bad…

“*huff puff* pa-papyrus…”

“…”

“papyrus, i know you’re in there, your tracks lead right to the snow poff field!”

“…Those could be anybody’s tracks, there’s no baby here, skelly-man.”

“really? heh heh, well that’s weird. most people who live in snowdin avoid the snow poffs.”

“…I had to move cause’ I missed my rent. This my home now.”

Sans laughed; his brother had no idea. “woooow, that sucks. i’d personally hate to live in a poop-igloo, but you do you man, ha ha ha!”

“What?” Papyrus poked his head out of the snow poff and looked down.

“yep. the reason the snow is built up in this area and nowhere else, is because this is where people dump their chamber pots.”

“…”

“the snow tends to build on top of the droppings and that’s what makes these little mounds, cool huh?”

“…”

“asgore is trying to get plumbing up and running, but it’ll be a while before THAT happens, what with the power issue and all. personally? i don’t see it happening. people make money gathering these snow poffs up to sell for fertilizer.”

Without saying a word, Papyrus climbed out of the snow poff and walked towards the Ruins. It was the longest route to a river, but at least it didn’t cut through town.

“papyrus?”

“Shut up.”

“aww, what’s wrong pappy? paaappyyyy-”

SPLASH!

The baby bones jumped into the river, using his wingdings to hold himself steady in order to keep from being swept away by the current.

“…”

“oh no, pappy! you can’t just hop into the river, the fishies will see your butt!”

“…”

“you know what you need to catch those doodies? what every baby needs?”

“Choke on bread.”

“a dia-”

SPLASH!  

“heh.”

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Gisela - How often do you bend and break the rules? Do consequences deter you?

Una’to: “Often, if not all the time. Rules are fun to break, and tend to hide secrets behind them. Break them open, and they can leak out. Consequences don’t particularly deter me. It’s only a problem if I get caught. There are of course certain rules I won’t break.”

Kaede: “N..n-n-n-o! Never! I could n-never! Rules g-g-generally shouldn’t be broken... o-or so I like to t-think. I w-wouldn’t break them for fun.. but I think that i-i-in some dire cases it’s f-f-fine. Social conseq-quences are a-a-a deterrent enough.

Och: “. . . A lot. Some will deter me, but otherwise, work requires some rule breaking. It does depend on the rule though.”

Tului: “I’m sure we’ve broken some... in which case we are not deterred. Unless breaking them will lead to boredom. So long as my brother and I don’t suffer boredom from breaking a rule, it’s going to be broken.”((Thank you for the ask @mai-takeda! Sorry for the delay in answering, my brain has been in a slight haze. ; w ; I hope you enjoy the answers from my gremlins and one good noodle. ))

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Biased Distributions and Decay of Long Interspersed Nuclear Elements in the Chicken Genome

(1)DOI: 10.1534/genetics.106.061861 Biased Distributions and Decay of Long Interspersed Nuclear Elements in the Chicken Genome Gyo¨rgy Abrusa´n,*,†,1 Hans-Ju¨rgen Krambeck,* Thomas Junier,‡Joti Giordano†and Peter E. Warburton† *Department of Ecophysiology, Max Planck Institute of Limnology, 24306 Plo¨n, Germany,‡Computational Evolutionary Genetics Group 1211, University of Geneva, Geneva 4, Switzerland and†Department of Genetics and Genomic Sciences, Mount Sinai School of Medicine, New York, New York 10029 Manuscript received June 12, 2006 Accepted for publication October 15, 2007 ABSTRACT The genomes of birds are much smaller than mammalian genomes, and transposable elements (TEs) make up only 10% of the chicken genome, compared with the 45% of the human genome. To study the mechanisms that constrain the copy numbers of TEs, and as a consequence the genome size of birds, we analyzed the distributions of LINEs (CR1’s) and SINEs (MIRs) on the chicken autosomes and Z chromosome. We show that (1) CR1 repeats are longest on the Z chromosome and their length is negatively correlated with the local GC content; (2) the decay of CR1 elements is highly biased, and the 59-ends of the insertions are lost much faster than their 39-59-ends; (3) the GC distribution of CR1 repeats shows a bimodal pattern with repeats enriched in both AT-rich and GC-rich regions of the genome, but the CR1 families show large differences in their GC distribution; and (4) the few MIRs in the chicken are most abundant in regions with intermediate GC content. Our results indicate that the primary mechanism that removes repeats from the chicken genome is ectopic exchange and that the low abundance of repeats in avian genomes is likely to be the consequence of their high recombination rates. LONG interspersed nuclear elements (LINEs), and their parasites short interspersed nuclear elements (SINEs), are the most successful transposable elements (TEs) in warm-blooded vertebrates. The abundance of LINEs and SINEs seems to be high in most mammals, including monotremes (platypus) and marsupials (Margulies et al. 2005); the 550,000 insertions of the L1 and the 1,100,000 Alu elements make up almost 30% of the human genome (Landeret al. 2001). SINEs use the enzymatic machinery of LINEs for replication and insertion (Smitet al.1995; Jurka1997; Dewannieux et al. 2003; Dewannieux and Heidmann 2005), and therefore the two classes of TEs might be expected to have similar distributions in the genome. However, their distributions are very different; in primates and rodents, SINEs insert into AT-rich regions of the genome and accumulate in gene-rich regions with high GC content, while LINEs reside in AT-rich regions (Soriano et al. 1983; Landeret al. 2001; Pavliceket al.2001; Yanget al. 2004; Hackenberget al.2005) and show only modest GC enrichment over time. This pattern has received considerable attention in recent years, but there is still no consensus on the mechanism causing it. It has been proposed that the accumulation of Alu’s in gene-rich regions may reflect a so far unidentified genomic function and therefore that Alu’s are beneficial for the host (Landeret al. 2001). However, the accumulation of Alu’s in gene-rich regions is still slower than the time necessary for the fixation of neutral alleles (Brookfield 2001), which seems to question this possibility. An alter-native hypothesis is that deletions (most likely by ectopic exchange between repeats) drive the accumulation of repeats in gene-rich regions (Lobachev et al. 2000; Brookfield 2001; Lander et al. 2001; Stenger et al. 2001; Batzerand Deininger2002; Hackenberget al. 2005; Abrusanand Krambeck2006). According to this theory, deletions are more deleterious in gene- and GC-rich regions of the genome than in the gene-poor, AT-rich regions, because they may result in loss of selectively important sequences. In consequence, repeats are lost at a higher rate from AT-rich regions, which shift the distribution of repeats toward GC-rich regions over time. A third hypothesis—that repeats are removed more effi-ciently from AT-rich regions due to short deletions—was rejected recently by Belleet al.(2005). The chicken genome, the only avian genome se-quenced so far, is approximately one-third the size of the human genome (InternationalChickenGenome Sequencing Consortium 2004), and repetitive ele-ments make up only 10% of it, compared with the 40–50% in most mammals (International Chicken GenomeSequencingConsortium2004; Hughesand Piontkivska2005; Wickeret al.2005). The majority of 1Corresponding author:Laboratory of Aquatic Ecolog

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New top story from Time: How I Learned to Let My Kid Fail

People have a complicated relationship with failure. Most of us fear it for ourselves, and for our kids. But we also know kids are supposed to learn from failure. So the question for most parents is how do we avoid falling into the trap of being overbearing helicopter parents on the one hand and hands-off free-rangers on the other? How do we find the sweet spot?

When it comes to the obvious challenges our children face (a big test, for instance), we tend to wonder which is better — let them fail or not? The problem is, while no one will die from failing a test or even a course, it nevertheless feels terrifying for both kids and parents. Real conse­quences loom – not graduating, not being accepted to college, even not get­ting reasonable car insurance (which, at least with some companies, is cheaper for students with a B average or higher) – and they are daunting enough that many parents intervene to prevent failure.

But it doesn’t end there. We put structures in place to prevent our kids from even coming close to a failure. Before we know it, we have elaborate systems for checking homework, monitoring grades and assignments, contacting teachers, even checking up on class participation.

While the basic idea of learning from failure is supported by evidence, the sink-or-swim method doesn’t really work. Failing is only productive when two things are true: first, the person who fails actually learns something from it and is thus motivated to try again, and second, the failure doesn’t permanently close future doors.

Ironically, video games, one of the things parents often fight against in their quest to prevent failure, offer some real insight into a third way. When my son Rett was 10, he would do anything to play Cut the Rope, an app based on the science and math principles of angles and veloc­ity, so I downloaded it for him as a treat. In the game, an adorable little monster named Om Nom loves candy, and the player has to cut the rope the candy dangles from in exactly the right place so it falls into Om Nom’s mouth. The second I handed the phone to Rett, he was off, going so fast I couldn’t even follow his moves.

“Slow down!” I protested. “I can’t even see what you’re doing!”

“What, Mom? I’m just playing it the way you’re supposed to.”

What I quickly realized is that he was cutting the rope in the wrong place, a lot. Om Nom was sad every time, but it soon became clear Rett wasn’t fazed. He had realized it didn’t matter, so he tested and retested, figuring out as he did where to cut next. Unencumbered by the fear of failure, he could progress through the game rap­idly, getting better with each attempt, incorporating as much learning from the misses as the successes.

When Rett turned 13, I found another constructive way to let him fail. My husband and I reasoned that even if he just learned to make 10 things for dinner by the time he was 18, he’d leave our house knowing how to make 10 meals for himself, and he could definitely survive like that.

I didn’t set him loose and say, “Okay, great, call me when dinner’s ready!” Instead, I pulled out the recipes I thought would be good for him to start on, the ones without a ton of ingredients or complicated steps and techniques. From that curated pile, he chose what he wanted to make each week.

I made a few mistakes at first. I got distracted and disap­peared while Rett was cooking – he needed guidance and without it, burned something. I got too involved. He didn’t know proper knife techniques so when he almost cut his fin­ger I rushed in and soon I was cooking and he was watching. There was some foundational knowledge he was missing, like why the order of adding ingredients mat­ters.

On the nights he cooked, dinner took a long time. The kitchen became messier than I’d like, and quite frankly the food was not as good. But I noticed that if Rett asked me a question and my answer turned into my taking over, he would disengage, sometimes completely leaving the kitchen.

So my husband and I created some rules for ourselves. When Rett’s cooking, we decided, one of us must be present to answer his questions. But we need to be doing something else, too – paying bills, reading an article, or doing some work – so we are not there exclusively to oversee him. We need to stay on the opposite side of the counter. We also need to suck it up if a meal isn’t all that good or the kitchen is messy.

Slowly but surely, Rett is learning to be a capable cook. In a way, potentially eating cereal for dinner, in the case of a com­plete failure, is the easy part. The hard part is the work we need to do with ourselves to productively let go and trust the structured process of growth.

Often the solution is to let our kids fail – in small ways. Try taking a step back. Be willing to be needed differently. Give feedback and guidance rather than answers. Ask questions that help your child reflect on what they want, who they are, what they care about, how they feel, and, ultimately, what they should do as a result.

When it comes to things like school, we can take the same approach. Take a risk on the small things, like homework. Put your kid in charge and assume the role of coach. Remember that the consequences of messing up one assignment, or even a few are not life-altering. Let your child build their own routine, ask for help and engage with their teacher. Spend your time asking what your child’s goals are, what their plan is to achieve them, and how progress is going. In doing so you will help them build and practice the lifelong skills they need to be independent and successful in their day to day activities, as well as the high stakes moments. Step in only when it’s clear that the entire house will be on fire if you don’t intervene. Then once you’ve worked together to put out the flames, step aside once again.

My husband and I, like all parents, like being needed by our child. And the fact is, when kids are self-directed, the role of the parent changes. But from my experience of decades of teaching and parenting, that’s the best way to prepare them, and in time, we figure out our new place, too.

via https://cutslicedanddiced.wordpress.com/2018/01/24/how-to-prevent-food-from-going-to-waste

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SCRATCHTHEBLOCK PRESENTS: THE REMIX SESSION 13

4 months ago we dropped the 12th volume of The Remix Session , a successful series of accurate selections of the most impressive remixes,revisitations,re-arrangements of hip-hop,r&b,jazz and neo-soul pieces. We launched the series with the main aim of supporting well-known and emerging producers. If you think you got dope skills , don’t hesitate to reach us out via info@scratchtheblock.com!

ANALOGIC FEAT. EVIDENCE,RAKAA & SEAN BOOG – TWENTY SQUARED  (SRAW REMIX)

Self-taught hip-hop producer Jeff Baranowski aka Analogic had the pleasure to work with a tons of big names from the underground scene such as Skyzoo,Kenn Starr,Phonte,Talib Kweli,AZ but also some stellar acts , collaborating, for example ,on Rick Ross’s Rather You Than Me, co-producing Triple Platinum alongside production team The Olympicks. In 2014 the New Jersey producer released the project titled The Booth Shall Set You Free that includes the cut called Twenty Squared  featuring microphone killers Evidence,Rakaa and Sean Boog. We selected  the top-notch treatment remix of Twenty Squared included on Twenty Squared Remixes EP masterfully recalibrated by Mutual Intentions affiliate Sraw. The swedish producer revamps the original track adding his signature sound and the final result is simply amazing!

NATIVE DANCER – BIG BLUE (ERIC LAU REMIX)

Consisting of bassist Jonathan Harvey ,saxophonist Josh Arcoleo ,drummer Ulysses,keyboardist Sam Crowe and vocalist Frida Touray , Native Dancer is a London based experimental group ,whose unique sound combines influences that flirt with neo-soul, jazz,electronica,soul, electro-funk and trip-hop. With two EPs  under its belt (EP Vol.I and Vol. II ) , Native Dancer dropped in May a collection of their previous pieces in a 12″ gatefold via U.K underground label Submit Records, that includes a superlative re-work of Big Blue flawlessly wrapped by one of the most well-respected producers in the UK: Eric Lau. We’ve a deep regard for Mr.Lau , because he’s a brilliant sonic-architect with great skills as producer as well as remixer.He left his mark on refined projects such as Black Focus by Yussef Kamaal,Soulidified by neo-soul songstress Hil St.Soul,A Handshake To the Brain by Hawk House among others. Native Dancer is currently working on the debut album counting on the support of musician/producer Miles James (Dornik,Michael Kiwanuka,NAO).

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST FEAT. CONSEQUENCE – THE JAM (REMIX)

1996…….one of the most beautiful years for da hip-hop lovers!!All Eyez On Me,It Was Written,Illadelph Halfilfe and of course Beats,Rhymes and Life by A Tribe Called Quest. The fourth album by Q-Tip & co. is a milestone of hip-hop music, a product of incredible quality and a source of inspiration for rappers,musicians,producers,beatmakers. In 2005 Q-Tip’s cousin, Consequence released via Draft Records da mixtape A Tribe Called Quence , packed with heavyweight producers such as 88-Keys and 9th Wonder among others. One of our fav is the stunning remix of The Jam,created using the sample of Quincy Jones’s Don’t Fly if It’s Foggy. Wow…damn… so fucking exquisite!!!

SADE – FEEL NO PAIN (NELLEE HOOPER REMIX)

British iconic singer/songwriter/composer Sade Adu filled the heart of a wide range of audience with her warm,soothing voice and superlative records but above all she epitomizes the essence of integrity and authenticity as she said:

“I only make records when I feel I have something to say. I’m not interested in releasing music just for the sake of selling something. Sade is not a brand”.

In 1992 Sade unleashed the fourth album entitled Love Deluxe which includes the smooth masterpiece Feel No Pain. In the same year Epic Records dropped a 12” of remixes  and we want to recommend to listen closely the superb and engaging revisitation of Feel No Pain handled by Bristol grammy award-winning producer Nellee Hooper , the genius behind records from Snoop Dogg,Bjork,Massive Attack,Madonna,DJ Quik,Big Boi,U2,Gwen Stefani and many others.

FREDFADES FEAT. IVAN AVE ,FRESH DAILY AND JUJU ROGERS (FRUITFUL REMIX)

We live in da birthplace of hip-hop music but honestly,some of the most interesting hip-hop acts of the moment comes straight from the cold lands of North Europe!We’re talking about Oslo-representatives Fredfades and Ivan Ave. Fredfades is a mastermind hip-hop producer, whose beats conjure up the fantastic old-school hip-hop era, y’all know the jazzy beats,the boombap rhythms… Ivan Ave is an impressive microphone master whose smooth flow definitely knocked we out! Together they built a label/crew called Mutual Intentions (which includes Yogisoul, Ol’ Burger Beats, Jawn Rice and SRAW) earning respect overseas and establishing an extensive network of fruitful partnerships with dope artists from the US in particular from California area: Mnsdgn,Like of Pac Div,Blu,Pink Siifu,Dâm-Funk among others. Two years ago Fades and Ave released a collaborative work called Fruitful , but today we want to share with y’all a top-tier remix version of the track called Fruitful featuring JuJu Rogers and Fresh Daily. The cut appeared on Fredfades last effort called Warmth. Ivan Ave is almost ready to drop his new album Every Eye ,available from November (pre-order it now via Jakarta Records) , in the meantime make sure you to taste the single Running Shoes

GABRIEL GARZON-MONTANO – SOUR MANGO (SEVEN DAVIS JR REMIX)

As you know, scratchtheblock.com is not only the home for hip-hop or r&b or neo-soul! We also love to experience experimental sonorities , something that blurs the line between genres but able to bring good feelings. Well, Brooklyn singer/multi-instrumentalist Gabriel Garzón-Montano is a kind of artist able to tentalize our eager-ears through a musical approach that sounds organic,refreshing and ambitious. We felt in love with him thanks his flawless Bishouné which included the amazing pieces Everything Is Everything and 6 8. Today we serve you up the sophisticated remix of the excellent Sour Mango (written before Bishouné)  from Gabriel recent album Jardin , dropped via Stones Throw Records. The re-arrangement is designed by eclectic/visionary Texas-native producer Seven Davis Jr.

GZA FEAT. INSPECTAH DECK AND D’ANGELO – COLD WORLD (RZA REMIX)

Back in the 95 when Brooklyn Wu-Tang Clan member Gary E.Grice aka GZA dropped his sophomore solo project Liquid Swords under Geffen Records.  We resumed a supa-dope remix of the track titled Cold World featuring bandmate Inspectah Deck and neo-soul crooner D’Angelo. Cooked by super-producer RZA , the outstanding revisitation takes shape from a 1980 record by legendary Stevie Wonder called Rocket Love.

  JOSE JAMES – TROUBLE (BAKER AARON REMIX)

No Beginning No End is a refined,amazing, creative and original opus performed by Jose James and in our humble opinion , it’s probaby his best project! The body of work is the result of a  meticolous,passionate and clever craft of a magic circle of bright musicians such as Richard Spaven,Robert Glasper,Pino Palladino,Kris Bowers,Chris Dave,Takuya Kuroda among others. The fantastic oeuvre includes the single Trouble but now prepare yourself for an astonishing jazz revisitation handled by Harun Iyicil aka Baker Aaron , a Instanbul musician/producer and co-founder of Headroom Istanbul

SLUM VILLAGE – GET DIS MONEY (THE PLANTY HERBS REMIX)

When it comes to enumerate hip-hop classic records , it’s impossible don’t mention Slum Village‘s Fantastic Vol.2. The 1998 sophomore album by SV is considered by many critics,artists and hip-hop fans one the most inspiring craft of the rap game in terms of production! We stumbled upon an interesting remix of Get Dis Money , crafted by dutch DJ/producer Bobby van Putten aka The Planty Herbs and released in 2015 via Brooklyn label Razor-N-Tape.What’s your impression about it? If you want to listen to some new works from Slum Village members don’t miss the recent album by Young RJ entitled Blaq Royalty

MILES BONNY FEAT. SHHOR – WAY (THE XTRAORDINAIR$ REMIX)

Four months ago we recommended the impressive treatment remix of Way ,the smooth single performed by Miles Bonny and Shhor . The project released in June is an EP that consists of the original version of Way,plus two remixes handled by Tall Black Guy and The Xtraordinair$. We selected the buttery version crafted by The Xtraordinair$, a musical project brainchild of Kansas City beatsmith Leonard Dstroy and trained bass player Dominique Sanders . Together their brought to us some quality shit like X-Life released in 2015 via Laruche Records , which also includes a featuring with Bonny. Miles Bonny will release a new project called Let It Out in a week. It’s a collabo alongside producer Ta-Ku under the banner of Brooklyn label Bastard Jazz.

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Neurofeedback treatment for addiction: Teaching the brain to self-regulate

Neurofeedback for addiction

Why, you might ask, would a client in addiction treatment be willing to sit with electrodes pasted to their head for 30-45 minutes twice a week while a computer beeps and buzzes in the background?

Relief.

Profound relief.

One of the benefits of Neurofeedback for recovering alcoholics and addicts is that it produces the similar effect of their drug of choice (to a lesser degree), without side effects and negative consequences. Read more about the use and effectiveness of Neurofeedback Therapy in addiction treatment here.

At the end, we invite you to post questions and comments. In fact, we try to respond to all questions with a personal and prompt reply.

What is Neurofeedback?

Electroencephalography (EEG) is an electrophysiological monitoring method to record electrical activity of the brain. Think: white plastic sensors attached to your head that have wires that are connected to a main computer. Due to the brain’s ability to change and adapt new patterns (called neuroplasticity) the brain is able to create new neural pathways that, with time, become sustainable. In active addiction, the pathways that are created reinforce drug use. In recovery, we are trying to “rewire” these pathways.

Neurofeedback treatments for addiction uses EEG biofeedback as a non-invasive means of training the brain to self-regulate. EEG sensors are attached to the scalp reading brainwave activity. The “feedback” is that the computer gives rewards to the brain when it produces specific brainwave activity. How does it work exactly?

Neurofeedback and the addict’s brain: How does it work?

What is really like to use Neurofeedback as an addiction therapy tool? Generally speaking, a person with addiction struggles with being over-aroused or under-aroused (and often fluctuates between both states).

1. If the person is over-aroused, they are in a state of:

anxiety

impulsivity

reactivity

generally uncomfortable in their own skin

Alcohol, benzodiazapines and opiates will calm this state (albeit with often deadly conse-quences).

Alternatively, Neurofeedback can be used to reward the brain and nervous system for calming itself. The brain receives feedback and a reward is given (such as seeing a spaceship fly on the screen or hearing the sound of ocean waves). The brain then continues to seek the reward thereby training itself to calm and self-regulate. The result is the patient feels much calmer somewhat like what they have gotten from substances in the past.

2. On the flip side, if the brain is under-aroused the person often struggles with:

depression

low energy

a feeling of hopelessness

Drugs such as cocaine, meth amphetamine, and other stimulants will make the person feel awake and alive (again with dire consequences). Programming Neurofeedback for a person experiencing these states helps encourage the brain to produce higher frequency brain waves that help:

increase focus

mood elevation

increase motivation

increase energy levels

NOTE HERE: Individualized protocols on the Neurofeedback machine are determined for each client based on their symptoms. But ultimately the brain is a self-organizing system that simply needs a bit of prompting to find its own balance. So, while there is a great deal of science involved in the process, there is also an organic phenomenon that occurs where the brain is seeking a regulated state. Our bodies have a profound innate intelligence when given the right conditions.

Neurofeedback effects on long term sobriety

With ongoing training, the calmness produced during Neurofeedback sessions allows for long term sobriety because the need for immediate relief is no longer there. Ongoing training also helps to prevent relapse: learning to live from a more calm and rational state prevents impulsivity and reactivity in stressful situations.

As one recovering addict described it: “It’s like having the buffer of time built in. I now have the time and space to observe what is going on within myself and have a conscious response rather than reacting or overreacting. I can also now access other tools to calm myself further before reacting. With Neurofeedback I’ve learned to use long, deep breathing to take me quickly into that state of balance.”

Neurofeedback treatment rebalances the entire system

Ongoing Neurofeedback training not only helps with symptoms of addiction, it also helps the whole person function more effectively. The nervous system controls everything we do, both involuntary and voluntary (breathing, digesting, walking, talking, thinking, and feeling) So, it only makes sense that if the nervous system is in a more balanced state, it will affect the rest of system in a more harmonious way.

Over time, patients using Neurofeedback for addiction often see positive results with:

sleep

blood pressure regulation

heart rate variability

The treatment modality also helps the endocrine system to regulate hormones which attributes to a more balanced emotional state.

Frank Duffy, the Director of the Clinical Neurophysiology and Developmental Neurophysiology Laboratories of Boston Children’s Hospital says: “The literature, which lacks any negative study, suggests that Neurofeedback plays a major therapeutic role in many different areas. In my opinion, if any medication had demonstrated such a wide spectrum of efficacy it would be universally accepted and widely used.”

Neurofeedback addiction treatment questions

We are whole, systemic beings. The brain and nervous system are central to all functions. Neurofeedback, with decades of research, has proven to be a solid approach to regulating the body’s many systems. Its application to the treatment of addiction has many possibilities for positive outcomes. Why not give it a try and commit to a series of treatments now?

Still, do you have any questions left unanswered? We are happy to help. Simply post your questions in the comments section at the bottom of the page and we’ll try to answer personally and promptly. In case we don’t know the answer to your inquiries, we will refer you to professionals who can help.

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