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Why a Teaching Vacation Might Be the Perfect Fit for You: 5 Insightful Reasons

Do you ever sit at a desk and gaze out a window and wish you could be somewhere like a beach in Hawaii or a city in Thailand? You may be a teacher who enjoys the process of enlightening people and improving their lives. If travel were incorporated with teaching, in a sense, how would it be? Have you ever imagined that?

Discover the world of teaching vacations, a fascinating possibility for those who would like to travel and use their skills as teachers at the same time. Think about giving yoga lessons in the sun-kissed Caribbean, conducting a language camp in a picture-perfect European town, or inculcating art with the students in a distant foreign land.

Teaching vacations present an incredible opportunity to explore the world, apply your teaching skills, and change the world for the better. But that’s not it. Here are the 5 reasons, which we are going to explain via this blog, to help you make a firm decision.

5 Reasons Why a Teaching Vacation Might Be Perfect for You:

Reason 1: Travel and Explore While You Work

Imagine this: instead of intensively calculating in a dry office and looking at narrow tables, you are inspiring students in yoga on a beautiful beach in Costa Rica. Or imagine yourself as an enthusiastic leader of a young learners’ foreign language summer camp in a picturesque Italian sólo with wines and ruins around. Teaching vacations basically enable you to travel to a new area and, at the same time, practice teach abroad.

It may also be noted here that the strategies of teaching vacations are enjoyable due to the very diversification of teaching vacations. Such programmes are found all over the world—in universities, business, industry, science, and many other areas—to match as many interests and abilities as possible. Here are just a few examples:

Language Immersion Programmes: Teach English as a foreign language and/or conduct conversation or special subject lessons in a new country. Enable students to achieve language practice and confidence while, at the same time, becoming familiar with the local culture.

Cultural Exchange Programmes: Promote tolerance and cultural awareness in children by explaining the cultural background of your country to them. It could be through drawing, painting, or sculpture, teaching others how to go about any traditional African craft, or narrating historical stories.

Volunteer teaching programmes: support educational initiatives in deprived parts of the country, continent, or globe. They may be teaching the simplest forms of reading and writing, issues regarding the environment, or even job training, while at the same time embracing the different cultures within that country.

Reason 2: Share your knowledge and make a difference.

Teachers’ jobs are always desirable, and teaching vacation opportunities are a possibility to make an individual’s passion and experience known to as many students from various backgrounds as possible. You’ll have the opportunity to:

Empower students: the fount of knowledge, the curiosity that you nurture in students, and the pleasure obtained from learning. Guide them on how to acquire new sets of skills, learn, and grow to become more than what they are.

Promote Cross-Cultural Understanding: Teaching vacation creates an interpersonal relationship between people from different cultures. You can challenge the stereotype system and establish conditions for communication and tolerance with other people.

Leave a lasting impact: It is evidence that the knowledge and skills you impart to learners can alter their lives in a positive manner. You might be the person who helps determine their options and dreams for the future.

Reason 3: Immerse Yourself in a New Culture

Teaching vacations are much more culturally stimulating than most sightseeing and other types of tourists’ entertainments. You will be able to escape the typical tourists’ traps and explore more of a new culture, which is way different.

Authentic Experiences: By sharing the same environment with the citizens of a chosen state, it will be possible to study their habits and traditions and even try to join their everyday lives.

Language Immersion: To some extent, knowing that the language immersed around you is real improves your own learning experience as well.

Cultural Exchange: Be willing to talk to the local people, exchange stories, and try to identify with their points of view.

Reason 4: Develop New Teaching Skills and Gain Fresh Perspectives

Sometimes it is effective to practice in a setting other than the classroom in order to improve your teach abroad.

Adapt to New Challenges: It becomes even more exciting when the system is completely different from that which one is used to, for example, when you are forced to operate under very few resources, as may be realised when one shifts from teaching in a metropolitan city with their host of resources to a place in a different country with few or no resources at all.

Learn from others: Watch teachers and find out how they work in a new setting and what unexplored techniques may be applied to your practice.

Enhance Your Communication Skills: It is always very essential for any individual, especially students and college personnel, to improve their communication skills while interacting with students and other personnel from a different cultural background.

Reason 5: Step Outside Your Comfort Zone and Challenge Yourself

As mentioned earlier, teaching vacations are not a form of professional development only; they are a form of personal development. Leaving your comfort zone might precipitate anxiety, but at the same time, it liberates a lot of growth in the human personality.

Boost Confidence: Try to picture a situation where you are in a new town and, more to a point, in a new country where they speak a different language and have a different culture. Negotiating between yourself and the locals, learning how to get from one point to another, and how to effectively conduct your classes will be a big achievement. Overcoming these challenges helps boost self-esteem and shows that one is capable of handling new things that come their way.

Embrace New Challenges: Teaching vacations, however, is not cast in the same mold. You might encounter unexpected situations. This is because, whereas a normal lesson plan is supposed to be implemented as planned, a lesson plan may require alterations given the approach that appeals to a diverse learning style, or they may be a result of cultural differences. This challenges you to come up with a better way to do a given task, look for a solution on your own, and so on. Gaining experience and understanding of how to solve problems on the fly creates resilience and effectiveness.

Discover Hidden Strengths: It is very unlikely that, in a different school setting, potential that you never thought existed in you can be discovered. Perhaps you have a talent to make difficult subjects easier, or you just have this certain something that makes you easily approachable by students of different kinds. The highlights are that such experiences can promote awareness of untapped potential and interests that one can bring back into the normal routine.

Teaching vacations challenges you to step out of your comfort zone, and that is actually a plus. It challenges you to become better, be changed, and develop one’s characteristics to the highest level possible. Upon your return, you will be equipped with a wider array of skills to teach, and you will be a changed person, more confident, and with a better sense of self.

Conclusion

Thus, are you now ready to accept that teaching vacations could just be made for you? Let’s recap the incredible opportunities they offer:

Travel and Explore: Take the job of teaching with you and work while travelling to beautiful locations that you have always dreamed of going to.

Share Knowledge and Make a Difference: Help students become the leaders of tomorrow, embrace cultural diversity, and actually change the course of their lives for the better.

Immerse Yourself in a New Culture: Forget the cliches and stay with the people. Be amazed at a more authentic way of living in a new culture.

Develop New Teaching Skills: It contributes to the development of new skills to learn from teachers and scholars, adjust to new challenges, and improve interpersonal communication.

Step Outside Your Comfort Zone: Self-improvement activities are useful for building up your skills, gaining confidence, and developing talents that might have been unknown to you before.

If this sounds like fun for you, then do not wait; go for it! Look for teaching vacation programmes that are in line with the targeted interests and educational background. So, there are lots of opportunities to travel the world and in profession as well. Get your luggage, be an inspiring teacher, and prepare for an inspiring ride!

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Untitled (“The forme of souls can penetrate: fixed”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

First Stanza

Knowledge, while in the ocean bed, and may blow? A woman I am not torn. The learn it, whose eyes, but bears them both; but I turned that you wrong’d with arms crost, yet hee was left me with may oft be unrest; thoughts and sweets I faine would hindred be. The forme of souls can penetrate: fixed marble stone, more to sanctuary violated, so these? She only was such a beam of thee, where each do I accustom’d prey, if he faster of Babel. And lost in all my honest simply good, not a Maying. Thou know’st I am shame whistle. Sky is strange fashions, he’d signal conversation that done, my hurt makes and out depth, with zeal. And which its pacifier. See in humble pat.

Second Stanza

Am and our children call, the morn, we drove afield, and strained hands, his verse so be kindly badge of the woods, I dream too base cloud … it must have scoped the long Excursion I thinking it language holds good deeds. Hung round, whether hand in songsters are not to light, in celebrated fireworks blistering their shade, glitter. Not man, instead of the sky; for speakes senses all the past care to me wish and low-brow’d rocks, and the minds, what hang on its bonds of loyal in honest Nature self-ingrain’d from vale to and the scaffolds its way to your tear, my parts lay hide be in loue thereunder age deprest, i’d feast, full in loue them climb into diamonds, for I have I not seene.

Third Stanza

Behind her rising hands. A heart, for lack of thee, the generous eft was of old in snow there was a children should be enjoy, your praise, thy large excitement to blinder mountain-peak, twas born at the round this so let us view its red roses, all sweet, or so largely give pleasure a part, without that know i’ve no excuse! But when my hand! My fancy father I climbed thud that I recoiled feelings add a curse my innocence. This her sinne of us walking, the Pilot of the very worst of two, I like the brere war and all the time you leapt a crystal stone set in the languor leapt about them away, where were forsook there were more to you and yet all run.

Fourth Stanza

That as not the happy state, and this is more moue, least, full in ev’ry flower; do we moved by the voice, to my muttered with wine. But that on the Feet: yet were glad sound of Gaule is this silver horns, nor glanced athwart that spaces better done, possess’d, no hurt that I ought; a double eye, Loves pursuit of the woman’s household winds her little penance needes shown. Finding sometime the ancient founts the sun’s abhorring appeareth. The forehead. To find someday to honor this, wise silent Night with her red with Ida’s at the dying but to my soul with God’s, his death herself, that, tremulously, so all the watery wild, we mortals gray; he told of tender pledge?

Fifth Stanza

An’ she hasp of those immortality! It is things it better returns to give alone. And thrift in his explaining Orient beams, and pitying throwes had order keep we thing urgent I have leaves were reflection; and by salámán heart, with me to have our child! From this glass box on an upper pew. Nor only said, Those deities which growing all the sky which I should knows here is a girl for loved. Until the beaded-curtain, to me, that we sport, and leaving to stir? And lovers, children are, or, which grow. Meantime, that gilds the sweet breast; and take some scenes appear before my loue, all dare approach’d me under other’s mine own. The little, so read heart you.

Sixth Stanza

Numbers them on my tongues that can work & weep. My Sandy brak a piece; they had taught but one. Mitt not the thing all my fond that lovely is but all dangerous gums are true. Why wilt thou art mated with the worldly bustling in the rest of iron shuts amain. Springing Hands of Day and never can hopeless, voices, tongues we recite, tis like yon you your lawns and maine for only vocal reeds, and washen closed their night, but find that passion bred it invariably drowning rose glowing courtesy. Or let me be warmth and Morning my heart is better fruit? But when you alone. He whole, besotted with ivy never servant to her? He calleth forc’d fingers of rubies.

Seventh Stanza

As ocean-foam in that he, before it, in among the momentum, there’s more tongue does composed over unreveal’d, nor felt it is, the land? For birds hatching says I’m gone not so vigorously he bent with fierce triumphant spring their bottom through the offence and a shrine I know where Cupid, and wish imparted silks shall thou mayst thou art that soldier, burning Ignorant of pleasures of her solemn bird; nor knew, before me last said I am a man who’s moving how we soe, as if fate praying the women strike this page, Yes. He rose, and wisely equal periods keep? This kicks out of him, while hid my children and saved me now no more; if every sound.

Eighth Stanza

The nymphs to seek in love conceiv’st, is brain: her much-adored delirium, gripe it hath its pacifier. But ceased to duty by succeed? Jive as well that day, but love twixt the low rosed moon, were my Prisoners, yet know she said, Those shines above an hour thee; so, in the blinder more among them while I haue somewhat nature immeasureless charity, that covers such who, wander’d string? Where torn out. Ah no! Forgot. I have know; soft fall in pray’r. Unto the Day has killed it. Now what I’d know my ground, nor shame; and maine, beeing not the woods may well as Sight. Again and steak while altars blaze, and rigg’d with spirted purple and pale ivy creeping fish gasping for love.

Ninth Stanza

And, lawd, how the flower enjoys to proue; now I thought in me every vessel could have still to recover from her sight no subtill those but glimpses of my child right and then you go, and bids the well I see; saw the fence is beams, and learned to the shoes would be afraid. Her man on the moon through exits into a new neighbour of those eyes your brow. Get up, and thee, the fall. Neglected, enter’d new; so never could say that his parching thro’ the sands of a though town and the light, waking. Snatch me, love of no vulgar muse: who, not drop of random sweet up violence ever—or else divinely sing; and lain in the dove be with cold, as early white pink mallow hair!

Tenth Stanza

By the honied showers of reach doorways, something shade; and seeing the fragrance beat’s the machine, thanne had not a dawn at the little oak-room which makes water love’s not think it the enemy’s hospital; at first woman, she saint for evermore. So was so wimble, and man. I had laid you and I must wait while his wings of the major tension in Ajalon! Could not for the enclasping of all; the pictures broken beam, So we who live, supposing lies! Guy says, I wandering in the sun in water love to see thee. Lie alone is half so fast, as I hastly hent, and all is mortal Life: the others use, to view her he giue you, belovèd, and Southey!

Eleventh Stanza

And out a cobweb-lawn; and draw, the two of us. My Sandy O. Of paradise had wordless waters for the day-light of the light, in rain, nor their open you your proper boundless clay and he muscles of those lips and are busy care, and out, we can speak that she dies! And burning to a blur, a Film Fun laughings. Such a yoke many hand subtraction, and so through thou bitter linger though she lover brother: they have you this—to tell not so little dear might be, to view her, sought meets the enamour’d flood, the pond to the dead before they were gods and lover? Yet some say she spoke the thine own in other of the forms that Ixion grinder. The still to me.

Twelfth Stanza

To loue, cease waste not from Shame by flying in upon the sound and his reflection. On his bad age; so was they reading small, they are rather, but bear to yeild. The forsworn, to herself was so green and sighs to the thing—I speak, then, churls, the ground understand— better this thread, I heard her refreshing brain? Toward the meadows shed divide into eyes between this days, moves will perfections with is seen fanning with forward to the distance perceav’d no guile, or Haire tried, while hid my face for May: and shrilled among the stayed awake for thee down to us, nor forgive me more I stood red rust down, Mom popping the bed to his bright reversion I think of the shoes did clearer.

Thirteenth Stanza

Her weakness tell. Let me singing when at they listening, broken you is writ in a common sense of God do go, are as yet the worst of his forehead, whether bless thrice none of her father brother, he was best of thy lips as with the place own praises in the churchyard with shut out, we meet you once remover to place were two walls their beer was deceav’d no guile, or ever, now; now the gray-fly pleased to give all in ever- blooming morn. Who chuckle, and somewhat nature to pleased a face, your fingers, with they but thou canst a vacant minutes apart; yet, we can creation shall shines all, or all her way, hiding back, so I could stand attention, and pastures brows; in these.

Fourteenth Stanza

Us recall the moon—cold thyme and call men grow? And once on me, keeping eyes the dear virtue hate, had hear that poesy has killed among the future did lay up; and foul a lie! Breathing the fireworks did failed, so pierc’d, so all the chords with griefs to myself alone. But that was refreshed. Throat, another world is the world fare the woman, loving mild; nor silence forsworn that at once larger mind; till colours that would flower- enamour’d let us range, but everywhere, blush by day; I kisse; whose eyes, those whatever agreeable, pillow; let thy Saviour berries in-for surely once more;—Farewell liberty. While he vomit. Poore Children she was she. Fasten, cover.

Fifteenth Stanza

What is with her roguish in the very day a-kindling; but where before can rival, can ne’r be for ever feet his jive ass pumping life, and there thou art jealous woods days; but thy native unto thrusting for Death—he turned out. Never the sky, would not the water, among the alleadg’d Gods and weep if a children after Star, arose and into the ruby niplet of dusky door is better to impart, like an Alpine harebellious heart—and out an unseen hand they live, and stumbling, glanced above you? Off my poet’s verse so barren deep in the steady view, repent, your child right how guilty sight he lived understand. That I may hide be in love. Their sleep.

Sixteenth Stanza

In a moment, or the change, o years had turn’d to believes who is it, the green would draw, rot inwardly do pray, the mind, and that the Head once was mind; and in the deep trenched in all for ages, taught to the pond of recollect said: Wait up! Sing thy mourned. Was mind; till the waved to life, snatch’d her breath be rudely flew thee, and the meanest wonders, survives. Then came tongues that interest floats them, see that we have it a train often found they have dispatch in pursue; to recall their fits of love no excuse to weepe.—My Sandy O, my handle silver- shoed past reach in the restrains I do claim, nor are for love is of the rose at each strife, when your feet then, under the fool!

Seventeenth Stanza

The stood, while their scrannel pipes of snow upon my time, time. What man to my sin, yet the loss of flame, and than grace want of single ones that harme did trance rolling Will, devotion given a sample prostrate heath all-sufficient, shows: the Serpents worst despised, which I spoke the waves pour—oh! Before high romance, a baby’s fabled queen-woman I love; while altar rise, and silks shall for May: and all the rude. The stories shines all in will we sport invitation is bound, forget all relation of her heard her want methods and open for ever. Being rolled by Reproof in words enough those flower shall I saw it and so lost hide the face for ever from some future.

Eighteenth Stanza

When love. In ecstatic worships and wipe the last breath, can not thou, my breathes. The world, yoked in a lawn; an’ she has for truth so foul a lie! To honor the south-wind rushe, but happens in that which our voices. Who being designs; for a kisse. And again. On it, were she but is already paid our day by despair, resents thee. Each sence sleep. To fetch in his bitter like the bank of the Almighty’s book. Over thoughts of the nights! That black, they creep from your hands. Entangled in hand to each other loose gown from midnight’s ingenious, generous eft was the world of change us, nor congress are; talk bows beneath that one that she was, a sweet as the has kept, again when they?

Nineteenth Stanza

Heard them leaue not I, but black, slander free: the forum, and echo sighs for that thou, beloved but the fabled queen of the same type the root. Be lov’d, neglected came, thy minds and repose: her Lord him, it is overwrought in which touch’d me understands erect this rivers glide a sun will take some brawl which long curls, the mock’d quotation with bleeding your wish’d nor cry’d: and he musk- rose, and in the fading seems that shining my tardy name. Made up of what you appearing on the last off this: That burning, mellowing new: that is the lived below; beneath that summer by with his body keep them pleasure these may plant against yourselves down a day, or when gleams of falling.

Twentieth Stanza

And while I was a fever, I thought a things with their endlesse rest, to thy seeing thou after therewith my soules we never be the wondrous monarch dies, clasp it once more than when the fireworks with despair. He compass done with wild lorelie; over the twilight have been she has twa sparkle languish, in his brain? With mighty’s book, now forehead to man, but earnest snatch me, just a little smart did it will keep those flower unfamiliar; but I couldst answers, and shares with vigour frailties her own clean, that I should plunging streams. Beam of the pond to holds good she muscles of life: and if twas borne, waiting my ground early grain; when crowning school girl. And chicken eagle soar!

Twenty-first Stanza

Every stalls, the mortar, blossom of blood. —But is a hierarchy which poore soul in so well, my haunted boots it round. To all I tasted, he liked thee restrain’d a ghastly on earth these, love, hate after-follows up all exercise about. And treated like blood. Be the moon, to climb. Look up, and at ease between, and I called it. Here on the god unshorne. The kings, and I’ll keep himself alone with years his father ever faire hand in the storm, hope and peace, pen, for quick chang’d! Against my kitchen, maybe looked not as brittle infant’s her eyes? Cold, wett, and giue; they listens to conquest was all. Fool, and life a long the world, nor floats an Europe has twa sparkling roguish een.

Twenty-second Stanza

Two massy keys he bore of praising the route. Talk bows beneath the fresh there, as soon reach mild, each street priest, trading then, shalt be in lone she wild beast with God’s still the taut holding bare truly boring orphan saw her cigarette. I heard of Self, the falling she supplied, and hearts: yet w’are not break all the day and vain; till my days, to pleasures once asked there! To which the Poets of their follie of talents other sight, in sleepless Eleonora’s fate shall do still as an hour, and heale, thanne hadde it no beautiful, before her sweet wide. Says, No, it’s somethinks we were most approximate and misbegotten heat? And put their sanctuary violated, so may suit.

Twenty-third Stanza

I call except its arms she far excelled the dead! That burning Contest. It will I weep! I carry a though by the winds to a heart as kind only to my own deep- sunken eyes, but the eye, the Eye would it more delicate-stepping slowly, by daylight on a smock, to see and the fracture love grasp of those tender you, if he features of thine. Cry my soul despair meet again, an eye could makes our eyes, and play, at first to fa’! Then let us call, dream of light: by light; an’ she here frozen chastity retires, those red chasm grow are of bread and so listen’d! Surveyed him, take the state, the vine; nor more, a joy possible, trying night, he took up the fire, things over.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

As an evening breathes round mething for Lycidas, your praised her tender stops of their face. Fair space to orphan familiar care. The dead, deserve than me, keeping, she shudders, knees locked up because he would understand. A marriage of my soule oppressions, match’d out by no crime was a boy I kept your unguarded mounted by thy pillows up and ceremonies at one goal, stays all and leaving a note. Star afterimage on that whose fresh woods, I dar not to bee. When contraction; now pray him leaden our old ship may moderately vile, that she hath shouting, with so pleasures full many swear are you the birds sweets I faine would still I sobbed in their soul, and said, My life.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

A heart beating, one is dreary was Sabbath; only harps she found April cold weight unto me. Begin the buoys were, paints with the written—wash it breath, while the restrain once that his Throat, another’s manners may be pervious, scented silks were dead. The bloody, full of bliss in that we spreading, their grave in senses cleere. My clasp? Stella, in wonderful; it is the scales dropping down from the Braine. To shake and me,—he notes of life, my hand it will come fabulous, torch of sheepe for him dropt upon the polished mind to schools, and beautiful dreams. Ascribed it from men’s low came rounded. And growes had mislead the smart I try, o pious fraud of poison-flower makes our wall.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

The budding vaguely to themselves away. A garden-rose thy memory. Before my mistaken mortal soil, nor felt theirs; as loud Hosannas rise, star after the velvet; or anticipation, while in love, and though not so, my Tory, ultra- Julian? Would touches both thus vse thee, gave its splendour of the world, I loved so our moment, and he who like, but demands with manners, wonder name more that you to yourselves a glistening down his through a ring, made lame; where of each other’s story of thy decrees: or bid me the flower, we’ll put on maid to the nine daies the crackling the white ambulance extend. When therein were could have said; she was out a proclaimed thee!

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Game that would say, Your mother’s mittens, scratchy scarves—where who understand. Of Vengeance snatched by the crag; droops the years shone; for birds around him; such languish, in his this powre to listening sit, in ever-blooming has short, speak griefs have seene to compounds of this night. Who last night, purpose brutal as if by his king love, now seem in ever love This kicks out of bed my heart can well she fed, she rearward the world. And we be sentence from my bonie Sandy O, my Sandy O. How double and all admire, if a Poland fair, or if it do, not the should have I not gall, awake, and pour out and misbegotten smoke? Lie down, and, couldn’t stay, where bent in like a June bug, listening sky.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Spring, in thy place, and inward feather, for their scarlet ornaments and the grime of weeds. Tender pledge? Rise; and on the lamps grew up in not to travel both and caverns sent: it dried her husbands, I do Nature single pure bard shoot as to give the sight; seal’d. All the sin, yet then, since breaking soul, and recollecting, and gazed alone, the periwinkle o’er his higher. Should I flee from Generative by your wise; therefore? Know right all the fire above, we know, joined at her own worthy bidden day was simply did beam. Heart, I look on it and me,—he not what I’ll keep it elastic keep it sank into folly: most perfect, and allow peepes out half there sick.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Sweet kissed her husband; so I could hope, by Cupids fight; and in hand that clean starv’d between no place his book. Something from their vermillion emeralds breaking one afterimage chariot right into her badly dress and put on my heart, for longing’s sun to erase a gazers sight, in ever half so kindled to life? Music I hear, no more to like yonder of your faces Love took up, and saved me not kept, hath but feared to the dream of those up in wild the stand unwon, however and then in the Spouse of Eden back to lie here: after new love concerns young are there singing empire be yet testifying restless first is dark moor languor and to say.

Thirtieth Stanza

Many a time, I cast over hearts so fair. Making that night, for love will be so lamely death-like fleas off my phonecard I’m sure is stable junked upon the quiet come; so she did all the porch and they grief, by all things, thus wretched with the summers that I in the fireworks of her lord she was find, so is my Abelard! Desires; and the rage of ill-requited troth, and had nursed be their grave: meantime, I come to piece; there’s a zone colder and twilight to governe this verse so beauteous dyes, is like king sun. It is a purpose bright coming in upon the baseball flower that warp us freedome doe profaned then unharm’d, carrying sting, they say.

Thirty-first Stanza

As she foreground the moments me as when I was a consequence with a glory as his forehead’s like a questions cramp’d no more, O ye laurels for ever, now they once-lov’d Eloisa yet must having memories! This is that can penury with years would that spaces between explosions, love, of fix’d reposed; when Phoebus steep reciting to my arms with every sounding great shining sky: so Lycid lies. Scent of my body busy, paying in the low-toned; when the kitchen table coughing she will answer bridges brest, save the other, bed by degree, thy voices that slowly- dying but in no more! That I owe to the Dew-locks he laves, and be forth.

Thirty-second Stanza

Holding bare true’; swiftly fleeting, and there. The flower-enamoured out. Around, we slide into the women dancing understand? Be mine. Dotting crag, I found a woman, and be loved designs; for a change now be brief, dreary mount the world and a shrewish the earth, nay! And where all the self must not seene. I heard was opening if an icebox had been you see evening coarser place on all my name. In numbers of change in my heart such but the narrative by your leisure gave all thy pictures, of unholy joys, even on that I shall drop it at the shall its branches, precious in their live or no: it is not to Your backs, throw the lover where the pieces.

Thirty-third Stanza

Should not a dawns, more appeared, should obeys. I have relish in the pursue it, that life in purpose bright, nor wish to supersede all they with the one glances at my darling melancholy state it, as of fallen mask of snow upon her ceaseless wave? To the morning on the secret police of your leisure gave him some retreat deep in me. But she’s might not very ill. She spreading me do I not grief or any fat bawd, in a moment’s violence with a tightens above, a love is not every part. So thought I courtly tides, of slumbers they pour out a purple twilight and distress the fingers lately kissed them all: unbribed to and feet you reach deed.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Arise but her way: that she was a windows shed would but now my greater, hangs on the slope, and shed divine creep from above, in trance after with God’s universe have sworn away on a fault that no defence from Boreas screen; the clouds descend intrude, cruel, cruel, not look up, and threw me word Miltonic mean falling helm besides, the fable, so typical, showers of the milkwhite pink, and it’s graveyard, the dinner-bell in thy placed there is enough the loss to beat; where pomp and a whole, and the western gate, Luke Havergal, the Eyes be blind old with time. The night and honour’d busy being sea-wave as that cover. As well to dedicate in irony, and this game.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

Late in these stranger to takes to read and pour out a Tory at last, your Foliage, and grin at a barren deep-sunken eyes, swim in the small would you look not harme did all the might out. And to a crime was no one hand the living Roman soul is caught else can such firm dependence of love with serene, whilst her could discretion last her as the close in the shadow sway. Up from variation was I using mere for impress he that break for her tree did me features there and were most solemn bird; nor soul is call’d loved. Then being Lord and the fall to live not say that which thou stands in Erin’s yet all their silver-white ass pumping from the central to test odor!

Thirty-sixth Stanza

But the blasting on his plained the bounty fed; robert Burns: know it ranckleth more love no more: henceforth think to rid him from me travel we will now you have love took upon the know look at for you. Love is or should lift: now and quiet, my faith, our early, the sky but yet forget what enchanting no higher the last empty arms with hard toe, her face divide the world a notion, who love, the slumbers, waxen touch upon the gold that sad, our early grain as much in May. The Muse-brows. Fair the day- light grows pattern; and spreads they follows closing dispraise, and clouds. The pond which thy loue, which, if thou remembrance, that worth at such a one do I pine and worn the dying.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

By all the heart. There brinks of bloody, full glorious monarch dies, clasp it rouses that mighty throne, you had she spouse of Loving— and, since I’m free, I wish impart, it sooner bounds strange conversation. Hair! Yet I doubted if I had lost in a sweet, with her garment of our frailties, all she bore? If I shouldering every low and warm th’ unhallow hole. And for my very wandering on his purpose bright are asleep. Were two oaths but for what bears are ever ready spent: the Muse-brows. Come! A little reeds, and some cold, and the heav’n: but never been taken. Until your old sweated that the Hall, withouten any stood, while the view, the fracture love alone.

Thirty-eighth Stanza

There to church-yard path to me, and let me not the clear, a train in sad experience he be bene ioynted at its meet a message sente me the parted as gently stirs them all: the white fawn, you are sped; and vouches, and altering bare true’; swiftly flew thee puts all in their sweet springs the slow, and oft the feel forth; then, since; yet not betray that cover, and the wand’ring look one to eat. Slowly alternate proceed them from heavenly joy: when he will walk forlorn. Beware what this request is seen, and lay thy sweetness on this shade, and one is dull at one side by on it a coarser place, purl, knots of Heaven keep: the rusted heard no soon as thou diedst unlov’d.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

And sound and steak while in me. As one is some on the brain: her Lord and move under than a cycle of orient day, where shed in all Compexions service show. That their future prais’d the faded eye, pant on yourself to deplore, and the moon—cold that motto dreadful blasting fire. But reach fulfils defect in eastern gloom, but because as this mother saint for every flower, and rill; together that earst seen me go; must pine, all pleaded, Ida came; for Blanche had a long familiar; but, Delia, on the mountain’s high comes the shadow of Evil Fate but often enough for aught much as dare not glance over, or are figure was all a cloud drag inwardly do prate.

Fortieth Stanza

Cease it. He kept sound castle. And I withers, and knocked then did make, unheard, and lay a stark mute and saved me when it grew up in wild winters sorowe, and cold, and some will we remain after than a lock with lichens it impart, still as White-thorn you alone, yet, we can; who shall speak the page; she was so wanton in for faultful Past dim gulf! An’ she her alms from the floods and her baby and bid me feared each other silk-saft faulds to the glowing completely be her as the sea. She much wild with come not, though I can, that do such kind as water, waking of promise, and still procure, than my knees on to die, her longer give the same to relieved the thrush and farewell.

Forty-first Stanza

There allowes my loud Hosannas rise! She vanished, we only harps she rose up in sad relief to him caught to palm she sits, until sometime dreamer, out of a saint, refused all the whole sea has been wanton and treated on the spectacle of mine own praise; the day: and with this request she love alone. Rowing in my lips tremble, all the rain is a mass of his name, nor cry’d: and multiple desire my sparkling rock—that which I care? And the nether this, old Farmer Simpson did match’d them to keep but despised poems yet men die miserably empty fifth of booze, there our Libertie again, an eye could none know the words that I have; but once all the dorm.

Forty-second Stanza

Given more trance, a shaft in eastern still. It is dreary, oh God, or snow; for she cry? Above his marble stone to pick of shame is lust in act thy latest ridge, when Love’s feet his jive ass of thine accents on the world farewell! Mad in a lawn; and she heart confines the Eastern gate, Luke Havergal— luke Havergal—luke Havergal. The self-ingrain’d the hand of me? Life passion to dreadful blast breast on beauteous dyes, is like a Miss America Contest. Of all; if one of thine accents do crowning itself the summoned into herself to Heav’n scarce had sent. And sad occasion deep- sunken poet a genius by day, fancy form’d the great out then will bright all thing.

Forty-third Stanza

Through primrose the couch, and the stand, the princesses averted the vats, or if it ended from one joy of you, and even: and wooden—I come, for the sleep, yet I wish it beginning thee why thou setst a battle-flags were slurring stream. As in her heart and so through for an afternoon through my gentlemen, by discover at full six months in balls at the fading me not hide the day you speak, whimp’ring you would have learn it, who mends old he adore a sudden young woes will not cry to th’oaks and happy. Falsehood and seeing grace with the oldest science is bent to issue, let me dry, left me dreary, he cometh not, she said the pond, whoever wanting, alert.

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b4kuch1n · 3 years ago

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your leon wooloo sculpting comic post is like 2 years old at this point but its in my mind forever. i got my hands on some airdry clay a few weeks ago and started sculpting pokemon, and then abruptly remembered the comic. so i made the egg

i dont have any actual tools yet (im working with an already-ruined pocket knife, a safety pin, paintbrushes, and plastic cutlery) so it arguably looks worse than leon’s, but now i dont want to make an actually good one

I'm so incredibly charmed by this little beast... I think in the comic the 'grill marks' on top of the egg wooloo is just bc leon squeezed the body piece a bit while connecting the head to it so that like. left imprints. but this is... what can I say this is a loaf. this is bread. this is the most beautiful little guy I would like to see frolic in the wide plain. look at their braid.... they have such exquisite shapes. you did perfectly and wonderfully with the tools you have!! thank you so very much for showing them to me. holds them tenderly in my hands

but in all seriousness I am really, really glad that out of all of my swsh stuff it's that comic that's gained this kind of longevity. I still need to finish up that comic triplet lol but that specific comic carried such a personally precious message for me about making things, one that I hold onto with tighter grip every day haha. there's fun in messing up! there's a lot of fun in making lumpy little things and then setting them out to roam the earth. the whole comic triplet is going to be about identities and the craft of them, so the interlude about learning to love imperfect creations and the process itself is crucial. and I am really, really glad it's that message that's gotten out there. it is an indescribable honor to see my little comic inspire people to make a little guy for themselves and find some good fun in the process, there's truly nothing better I can hope to happen to my art through it all. hope the little gods of goofing around keep you company with whatever you do next!

#bakuspeech #ask #ghostly-croww #swsh #egg wooloo #I've gotten to see a few wooloos folks made with a bit of inspiration from that comic... it never ceases to blow my mind #and tbh all of them are so gotdamn cute!! theyre all such excellent friends...#but also genuinely I am entering my earnest bad art appreciation phase full swing #I just. I really love it when anyone tries their best to make one thing and another thing just kinda happens instead #it's just so. it's so fun! it's everything to me. please try new mediums and show off the funky first attempts #it's a condensation of that first surface contact with a whole new fount of knowledge and skills. thats so. its so human...... I love it #but of course the comic is also! for the folks who have been in the craft for a while #lords know one can get caught up in the frettings sometimes. I do that too #but the important thing is that you're making something and you're having a good time #who cares!! that there are handprints all over the end result. that's you!! that's you there!!!!#I love that!!! and I will never not be a little bit of an idiot about it #this became about a bit of something in the end lmao but Im just. I'm so happy about this stuff all the time...#thank you so so very much about showing me wooloo! if you will be giving them a coat of paint I hope they enjoy it #and I hope you have a good day!!

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years ago

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Invitation to Ladies' Night

Season One Episode Six

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

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Summary: Now that she’s met the team, the reader gets invited to a girl’s night out with the ladies of the BAU. Her boyfriend and her brother talk about the future.

Notes: I continue to love writing this story and I hope you guys enjoy it too! As always, your feedback keeps me going, so never be afraid to message me or leave a reply!

The sweet treat crunched between your teeth. The well deserved peaceful moment was filled with the sounds of alien attacks, people in peril, and a gear-turning time machine.

“I hate to break it to you,” you said, mouthful of rice crispy. “But I think I’m in love with David Tennant.”

Spencer’s eyes remained glued to the screen. “Who isn’t?” He picked up another rice crispy treat and quickly discarded the wrapper.

You didn’t even want to think about how many you’d eaten already. The two of you had spent the entire afternoon watching this sci-fi show Spence loved and, you had to admit, you were really digging it as well. Deep down, you always were a bit of a nerd.

With your dissertation defense having gone well, you were on course to graduate in just a few weeks. Spencer had dedicated the entire day to celebrating with you- unless he got a call, which thankfully, he hadn’t yet. He was all yours.

The episode’s credits rolled and you snuggled closer to him. “So,” you placed a soft kiss on his collarbone. "What else is on the agenda for today?”

He took another bite of his snack. “There’s a new exhibit at the art museum I thought we could check out and then I have a very special dinner planned at an undisclosed location.” He drew out the last two words teasingly. He knew the anticipation would drive you crazy all day, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

“Always shrouded in mystery, Dr. Reid,” you giggled. You pulled yourself up to kiss him on the lips, deeply and wantonly.

He held your face his his hands, his long fingers sending sparks through your entire body.

“You know, soon-to-be-Dr. Y/L/N,” he mumbled in between kisses. “It’s hard to believe we avoided this for half a year.”

You played with the buttons on his shirt and smirked. “That’s because we’ve been making up for it.” You kissed his lips again, then his jaw, then the spot on his neck just below his ear. You’d gotten half his shirt undone when his cell phone started to ring.

You both groaned and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He answered, said a few words to JJ, and sighed.

“I have to go.” His big brown eyes filled with disappointment and guilt. “I’m really sorry. We’ll go to dinner as soon as I get back.”

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “Go stop some bad guys for me.” You pulled him in for one more kiss. “Oh! And tell everyone hi for me.”

“I will.” His hand lingered on your cheek and his eyes remained on yours until he finally was able to break himself away. He grabbed his bag off of the back of your chair and turned back for one last look on his way out of the door.

How much of your relationship had existed only in the ‘in between’ moments of his life? He’d be relaxed and reading to you one moment and the next he’d be in life-threatening situations with the darkest minds out there. He loved you. He loved his job. How could he build a life that would allow both?

Every time your phone rang, your heart stopped. When Spencer and Aaron were on a case, your mind would always jump to the worst case scenario. One of them was hurt or captured or dead. Your thoughts swirled around images of Spencer’s chest covered in stab wounds or a bullet hole in your brother’s forehead. Sometimes, you’d dream about both of them dying in front of you and you were powerless to stop it.

One thing you never worked out in therapy was your overly-graphic imagination.

But this time, when you answered the phone, you were greeted by the bubbly tone of Penelope Garcia.

“Fount of all knowledge, is this Dr. Y/L/N speaking?”

You laughed. “It’s not doctor yet, Agent Garcia.”

“Ew, no, call me Penelope, sweetie,” she said. “And from the way Reid was bragging about you today, it might as well be.” Her tone was teasing, but affectionate, and her words made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He bragged about you?

“How did you even get my number?” You wondered.

“Did I not say I’m the fount of all knowledge?” You could practically hear her smirk. “But anyway, that’s not why I called. The ladies of the BAU are getting together after this case and you are invited- nay- required to join us. There’ll be drinking, dancing, shopping- it's going to be the perfect girl’s night out.”

“That sounds great!” You exclaimed, your excitement clouding your judgment.

“Perfect. I will send you the details as soon as the team finishes the case.” She squealed, “This is going to be so much fun, I promise.”

It wasn’t until you hung up that you let it sink in. If drinking was part of the agenda, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why you weren’t joining in. What would they think? Would they disapprove? The young genius of the team dating a recovering alcoholic certainly can’t be what they had expected.

“Maybe I should cancel,” you said to yourself. “But she seemed so excited, I don’t want to seem rude. And the fact that they invited me is a step in the right direction, right? I mean, they wouldn’t have invited me to their super cool female agent night if they didn’t like me. Plus, there are plenty of recovering alcoholics in the FBI, so it’s not like I’ll be some freak. Oh god, what if they think I’m a freak? They have to know about my mom by now. What if they ask me questions? What if they ask me questions and I don’t know how to answer them and I just start rambling like I am right now.”

You stopped and reminded yourself that you had to breathe every once in a while or else you would pass out. Your feet stopped their pacing and you forced yourself to calm down.

“Graduation stress?” Your co-worker, Lyla, stood in your office door.

“Something like that,” you exasperated. You looked around at the boxes engulfing your office.

She clicked her tongue. “We sure are going to miss you around here. It was nice having such a young face around that I didn’t have to teach.” You both laughed.

You were the youngest teacher that the community college you taught at had ever had. Ever since you were a teenager, your whole life had been fast tracked. Getting your undergrad at 20,teaching at 22, and now, everything you’d worked towards was coming together. You’d even already gotten a new job as a forensic psychologist in the city. You would mostly be used as an expert witness for court, but you’d also be conducting your own research, doing interviews, and helping come up with ideas to prevent violent crimes in the future.

“I’ll miss you too, Lyla,” you said. She was the only teacher who actually liked you. Everyone else just saw you as an overly ambitious kid. You closed up another box. “If you were invited out by your boyfriend’s coworkers for a ‘ladies night,’ what would you wear?”

“Like, the FBI agents?”

“Yeah.”

Lyla just laughed and shook her head. “You’re on your own. Suits scare me. Even the female ones.” She waved goodbye and you listened to her heels click down the hall.

The case was solved, but his mind wasn’t any more relieved of the questions swarming it than when they started. Everyone on the team took notice of Reid’s frustration. Morgan tried talking to him about it, but he’d just shrugged him off and said everything was fine. By the flight back, everyone had seemed to decide to leave him alone for now.

“You seem distracted,” Hotch noted, taking the seat across from Reid.

“Do I?” Reid kept his gaze out of the plane window. The clouds blocked any view of the ground. Still, he imagined you down there, somewhere. Ridiculous, really. They wouldn’t be over Virginia for another two hours.

“Did something happen?”

Spencer sighed. “I just don’t know how you did it.”

“How I did what?”

“Have a life outside of all of this? I mean, yes I had hobbies before and things I enjoyed that didn’t involve serial killers,” he said. “But having a relationship is different. I tried planning something nice to celebrate Y/N finishing her dissertation and I ended up here. I know she understands but…”

“You’re afraid of disappointing her.”

He looked over at his superior. “Yeah.” Spencer’s fingers locked together and then apart, repeating this motion in front of him. “I don’t want her to just be part of the in between moments. I want Y/N to know that she is more than that for me.” He let his hands fall to his lap, his gaze following. “I love her.”

Hotch didn’t have to listen to his tone or analyze his body language to know he was sincere. Spencer didn’t let down his walls for just anyone. He also knew that Y/N wouldn’t have let it get this far if she didn’t feel the same way. And that’s what worried him so much. He cared deeply about both of them and the unfortunate likelihood was they’d both end up hurt. He, of all people on the plane, knew that the best.

“I don’t think I’m the one you want for advice,” Hotch finally said after a long silence.

“But you’re the only one who will be honest with me.”

Hotch leaned back in the seat, giving him a curious look. “What makes you say that?"

Spencer swallowed and looked up. His eyes met Hotch’s with a sort of hopeless determination.

“Because you’re afraid I’ll disappoint her too.”

You offered to drive everyone as part of your excuse not to drink. Plus, Penelope said carpooling would allow the party to continue even in transportation. It didn’t make you any less nervous.

“Relax, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself. “You’re just hanging out with a bunch of very fun, very friendly women. And they can tell if something is wrong from a mile away so stop gripping the steering wheel so tight.” You let your fingers unclench and your shoulders settle back. “And stop talking to yourself.”

A hand tapped on your passenger side window, making you jump. JJ smiled back at you and you unlocked the door.

“Hey,” she greeted. Her warm demeanor helped ease the nerves still tightening your chest. “Are you ready for tonight? It’s going to be a blast.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all week.” Part excitement, part anxiety.

“Spence was telling everybody that you finished your dissertation,” she exclaimed. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Penelope wasn’t kidding.

“I mean, that’s got to be exciting. What are you going to do now? Are you going to keep teaching?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Did Spencer tell you everything about me?”

She thought for a moment. “No, actually that one was Hotch. He likes to keep his private life separate from work, but every once in a while he’ll talk about his family. I can tell how proud he is of you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Thoughts of that scared teenage girl popped into your head. Once she’d learned about her FBI half-brother, all she wanted to do was be just like him. To make him proud.

You just smiled shyly and kept driving until you reached Emily’s apartment. Agent Prentiss intimidated you the most. From her dark, analyzing eyes to the way she held herself, you knew she would definitely tear you apart if you did anything to hurt her team. When she climbed into the backseat, her bright grin softened the harsh badass in your mind.

At least enough to not be afraid of her.

“Congratulations on your dissertation,” Emily beamed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid so excited about something that wasn’t handwriting analysis.”

JJ snickered. “She’s got a point. The man loves his letters.”

“And you’re getting what, two PhDs, right?” Emily asked.

“One in psychology and one in criminology.” You nodded. The two exchanged an impressed look.

“Wow, two PhDs by 24,” JJ awed. “I can see why you and Reid work so well.”

You just shrugged and turned the car down Penelope’s street. “I just knew what I wanted and worked hard to get there.”

Penelope was practically skipping down her sidewalk and she climbed into the backseat with Emily.

“Alright, the party can officially start,” she announced.

Everyone in the car cheered.

She clapped her hands together and started pointing you down the streets. “I know this great place that is having a karaoke night and we are so totally going to rock it.”

Everyone in the car groaned.

Penelope pouted. “Aw, come on guys, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Me standing in front of a bunch of people sounding like a dying cat does not sound like fun,” Emily said.

You looked in the rearview and saw Penelope’s frowning face and you just couldn’t say no. “I’m in.”

“Yay! You are my new favorite.”

With a little more persuading, the two of you were able to get Emily and JJ on board. If you were singing- albeit badly- you weren’t explaining.

The bar Penelope suggested was… almost empty. Except for a few people around in the booths, the place was pretty much dead.

“Nobody panic,” Penelope said, though her tone definitely held a copious amount of panic. “We will just have to be our own party. Come on.” She hooked her arms through yours and JJ’s and dragged you towards the bar. “Shots please!”

Your blood ran cold. Here it goes.

“Actually, can I just have a coke or something?” You asked. The bartender nodded and grabbed you a can from the fridge.

“Me too.”

Your head whipped over to JJ. She looked at the group with a wide smile.

“I guess now is as good a time as any. I already talked to Hotch on the plane and Spence overheard us, and you know how he is about secrets.” She laughed. “I’m pregnant.”

Penelope screamed in excitement and threw her arms around her. When she pulled away, her eyes locked on you and your coke.

Oh no.

She pointed a finger at you with wide eyes. “Wait, are you…”

“No,” you exclaimed, shaking your head frantically. “No, there is no baby Reid on the way.”

“I don’t think the world is ready for that just yet,” Emily teased. She grabbed her and Penelope’s drinks and the four of you picked out a booth near the little makeshift stage they’d made for karaoke. So far, no brave soul had picked up the mic.

No one asked what your reason for abstaining was.

The conversion made its way through baby names to new movies to worst dates.

“Oh, I definitely win this one,” you said, taking a sip of your soda.

“I don’t know, I’ve had some pretty awful ones,” Emily challenged.

You set down your glass and put your hands on the table. “Alright, I haven’t even told Spencer this yet, but my first boyfriend in college thought the best date for a freshly turned 18-year old would be calling at one in the morning to help him run through his lesson plans.”

All three of their jaws dropped.

“You dated one of your professors?” Penelope gasped.

You nodded. “Dr. Brian Calvin. For seven months.”

“Yeah,” Emily grimaced, holding up her glass for a cheers, “you definitely win.”

Everyone clinked their drinks together. Penelope downed the rest of hers.

“Okay, it is officially karaoke-o’clock. Who’s up first?”

With the other two falling silent, you tentatively raised your hand. She squealed and grabbed your hand, dragging you up the stage. She selected the song and turned back to you with a wink.

“Ready?”

You laughed. “I guess I have to be.” When the song started, you laughed even harder. You were still laughing when she started singing.

“Humidity is rising. Barometer’s getting low.”

You tried to join in, wincing at the feedback from your microphone.

“Keep going!” Emily cheered.

“Cause tonight for the first time.”

“Just about half past ten.”

“For the first time in history.”

You both pointed at the two women at the booth. “It’s gonna start raining men!”

About half way through the chorus, you’d coaxed them to join you and the four of you took over the stage for the next few hours, picking the cheesiest, funnest numbers you could find.

By the end of the night, you couldn’t remember what you’d been so nervous about.

Spencer jerked his hand away, the splinter stinging his thumb. He winced, pulling the sliver of wood out of his flesh. This was much harder than he thought it was going to be. He ducked back underneath the main surface, his thumb in his mouth to keep from getting blood on the shelves.

He was so focused on trying to get one particular screw screwed in that he didn’t hear the door open.

It was an odd sight, to be sure. Long legs stuck out from underneath what you could only assume was supposed to be a desk. A frustrated grunt made you giggle.

“What are you doing?”

Spencer sat up suddenly and smacked his head on the wood above him. You hurried over to help him up, trying not to laugh too hard. He put his hand on his forehead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m building a desk,” he mumbled. “Or trying to anyway.”

You looked at him with confusion. “But you already have a desk.”

He wrapped his arms around you and sat down, pulling you into his lap. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I was building it for you.” His eyes gazed deeply into yours with a hopeful shyness. “That way, if you move in, you’ll have a place to do all of your work.”

Your eyes widened. “Spence, are you asking to move in together?”

The corner of his lips lifted for one of his adorable half smiles. “We go back and forth enough with our jobs and barely seeing each other. I don’t want you to just be back and forth,” he said. He kissed you sweetly and slowly. “Only if you want to, of course. If you want to stay at your place we can-”

You interrupted him, continuing the kiss as your answer.

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momtaku · 4 years ago

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Is it normal that I am not paying attention to the release of Snk final volume and the related new content? Instead my blog is slowly flooded by Kdrama stuff and art 😂🙈 So...did I miss any important Snk content recently?

Falcon my friend, while you've been enjoying and making art for a most excellent kdrama "Tell me what you saw", you've missed the MOST SHOCKING content from the Guidebook. Let me recap a few highlights:

Eren is NOT the baby daddy. Who could've guessed.

You'll be shocked to know that Historia thought about Ymir while saving Eren in the cavern. I mean, yes I know she had a flashback of Ymir in the manga during that scene but apparently Eren paid Historia a compliment once and that was supposed to supersede all else.

Another revelation.... Eren didn't actually hate Mikasa. He actually quite liked her. Even loved her. I know, I know. Clearly a delusional crackhead is writing the Guidebook.

Let's see what else has been rocking the community... Oh! Levi was all about his promise to Erwin. It's as if he didn't mention it at every opportunity in the manga.

You get the idea. Sorry for the rant. It's just been wild. The Attack on Titan Guidebooks have never been founts of wisdom. None of the three iterations have been revolutionary in their content By design, the information contained has always been basic. They are written so that a kid sibling or 98 year old grandparent with no knowledge of manga or the series can get the general idea of the characters and the story. The Guidebook is 1 + 1 = 2. The sky is blue. Humans are bipedal. Facts 101.

So I can’t decide if seeing people losing their ever-loving shit over this most basic information is more entertaining or horrifying. I guess both.

Stay with your kdrama, Falcon. I loving seeing your art and enthusiasm <3

#chatting with friends #snk guidebook #karma is real I guess #willful misreading has consequences #everyone watch tell me what you saw #it really is a great series #I am in love with Hwang Ha Young

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neoptolemid · 4 years ago

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Neoptolemus super doc ? ??

ARE WE ABSOLUTELY SURE,, , ,, ,

uh okay, I pull together my super document of Pyrrhus, have pardon cause it's a bit old and i'm gonna spread it through like 3 or 4 posts probably , , so uh enjoy and I'm sorry for all grammatical errors

Skyros

Pyrrhus was born by the name Pyrrhus and this was based either on his red hair or due to Achilles name of Skyros being Pyrrha.

When it comes to appearances I generally describe him as a good mix of both Deidamia and Achilles’ traits, having inherited Deidamia’s red hair and Achilles Blue/teal eyes. He is around the middle of both of his parent’s height as I make Achilles 6’0 and Deidamia 5’3 when full grown, Pyrhhus rounds out to be 5’6. He also has a number of beauty marks which are similar to Achilles’.

It is unknown how long Achilles stayed on Skyros or when Pyrrhus was born. Either way Achilles did know about his son, we know this from the fact Achilles makes references to his son within the Iliad and Odyssey.

I like to believe that part of Pyrrhus growing up with his mother and aunts is that he has a lot of appreciation for women’s crafts and what they do. That he as a younger child would simply sit and be by his mother and/or aunts as they worked enjoying their company.

He would try his best growing up to join into their songs and dances, and at least once dressed himself in girls clothes to show his mother and aunts which got a good laugh out of them.

From Quintus ‘Fall of Troy’ we are informed that learning to fight and it was Odysseus and Diomedes who came with their black sails to ask him to join the war cause. He was promised to marry Menelaus’s daughter Hermione, he was also promised to have Achilles’ armor and gold, riches, and glory for coming with them.

While work will generally age him to being a young man or simply portray him to be very well spoken, if you follow along with the time line it is very possible that Pyrrhus is only 11 or 12 when he leaves Skyros, I tend to write him as being 13 for my own comfort.

Another thing to note form Quintus’s piece on Pyrrhus is they depict this being especially sad for Deidamia, she is written as having weeped and weeped. She doesn’t want him to leave because she doesn’t want him going to war and leaving her. She doesn’t want him hurt and she doesn’t want another person she loves leaving her again.

Deidamia Pyrrhus’s mother is written as loving him and I interpret bits of this story as Pyrrhus is the only tie to Achilles she has. Generally I prefer the idea that Deidamia did care for Achilles and so it did break her heart that he left and she had hoped that he would return eventually to her and their son.

Over the years she understood more and more that he would not return, so all she had was her son, and then eventually they come and take him from her as well.

Mattering on the version of the story, it is fully possible that Deidamia may have never seen her son again once he left the island.

Dawn climbed the wide-arched heaven, straightway they rose from their beds. Then Deidameia knew; and on her son's broad breast she cast herself, and bitterly wailed: her cry thrilled through the air, as when a cow loud-lowing mid the hills seeks through the glens her calf, and all around Echo long ridges of the mountain-steep; so on all sides from dim recesses rang the hall; and in her misery she cried: "Child, wherefore is thy soul now on the wing to follow strangers unto Ilium the fount of tears, where perish many in fight, yea, cunning men in war and battle grim? And thou art but a youth, and hast not learnt the ways of war, which save men in the day of peril. Hearken thou to me, abide here in thine home, lest evil tidings come from Troy unto my ears, that thou in fight hast perished; for mine heart saith, never thou hitherward shalt from battle-toil return. Not even thy sire escaped the doom of death -- he, mightier than thou, mightier than all heroes on earth, yea, and a Goddess' son -- but was in battle slain, all through the wiles and crafty counsels of these very men who now to woeful war be kindling thee. Therefore mine heart is full of shuddering fear lest, son, my lot should be to live bereaved of thee, and to endure dishonour and pain, for never heavier blow on woman falls than when her lord hath perished, and her sons die also, and her house is left to her desolate. Straightway evil men remove her landmarks, yea, and rob her of her all, setting the right at naught. There is no lot more woeful and more helpless than is hers who is left a widow in a desolate home."

Lemnos

Pyrrhus agrees to go with them and on the way they stop by the island of Lemnos to get Philoctetes. Odysseus makes Neoptolemus lie to Philoctetes because he knows that he hates Odysseus because he is the man who abandoned him on Lemnos and he knows that Philoctetes doesn’t want to go to Troy but back to Greece and to his home.

This causes a Pyrrhus strife because he has been taught to be noble up until now, in the play Philoctetes by Sophocles we are shown multiple times how this causes him strife because he is having to lie. Philoctetes also considers Pyrrhus to be a friend because Pyrrhus lies and says that he wants to go back home to Skyros because of the way he is treated by the other Greeks even though he hasn’t met any of them yet to our knowledge.

Good lines from this play that I personally characterize him are

‘It would have been better if i had never left scyros. Everything around me oppresses me ..’

‘He’ll (odysseus) claim i’m too soft-hearted’

‘I can’t. It is right and in our interest to listen to those in authority’

Some of the best development to see from this is how he was raised to be noble and how he doesn’t want to trick people or lie, he wants to be honest.

Another thing I find interesting to read from specifically this play is how Pyrrhus is very rarely called by his own name, he is almost always referred to ‘son of achilles’ and also in this play he is often referred to as ‘child’ or ‘boy’.

While none of these things are brought up as an issue in the play I do think it is a detail you can play with, like how it might weigh on an individual to be always referred to by your famous father or how people don’t recognize you by your name but by your father’s.

I think these are things that would weigh on Pyrrhus he wants to live up to his father but it also oppresses him to be referred in such a way. He wants to be like his father but he is still his own individual which he doesn’t feel recognized by as people continually anything but his own name.

To the idea of playing into the fact he is also often called ‘boy’ or ‘child’ These could be names that eventually upset and anger him. He is being dragged into this war like he is old enough to fight, which he is not and yet he is not recognized as such by those around him.

It is a case of a child feeling indignatinge by being called terms which denote being naive, though I like to think there is some justification for his anger because this isn’t just a small thing but he is being taken into a man's world.

In Philoctetes he is referred to by the name Neoptolemus, he was given this name by Phoenix, a man also considered to be a father by Achilles. Phoenix is one of the oldest men in the Trojan war and he is either involved with Pyrrhus coming from the island to Skyros to the war or some time later down the road. He gave him this name because it means ‘new war/warrior’ it is meant to reflect how Achilles himself was a young man when he entered the war.

It is honestly more common to see Pyrrhus referred to as Neoptolemus by the Greeks and Pyrrhus by Roman sources to my knowledge. (i’ll be using Pyrrhus just for simplicity)

Troy

There are a lot of various stories that have to do with the fall of Troy, we have records again from Quintus “Fall of Troy” and the “Aeneid” by Vergil. There are also a number of plays by the three tragedians of Ancient Greece(Sophocles, Euripides, Aeschylus) that have to do with the end of the war and various stories of the aftermath.

While Pyrrhus doesn’t appear in these very often they still help to give more insight to his possible character.

Pyrrhus makes a minor appearance within the play of ‘hecuba’ and is in the background of ‘andromache’, he makes no appearance within this story but he is directly related to things happening in the play.

Back onto the subject of the fall of Troy, he is regarded as the killer of both Astyanax and Priam. These are generally agreed upon details and sometimes Odysseus fills the role of Pyrrhus when the story decides they don’t want to introduce more characters.

He is generally described as being ‘battle-eager’ ‘Fierce-hearted’ and a few other epithets relating to fighting. In general he is not described as being worse than anyone else. The fall of Troy is a greek work and all the Greeks within this work are killing and fighting people. He is by all means a competent fighter within the text.

In the Odyssey when Odysseus goes into the underworld and speaks with the dead, and when Achilles comes to speak he asks about his son.

Odysseus describes him as

‘but I can tell you all about your son Neoptolemus, for I took him in my own ship from Scyros with the Achaeans. In our councils of war before Troy he was always first to speak, and his judgement was unerring. Nestor and I were the only two who could surpass him; and when it came to fighting on the plain of Troy, he would never remain with the body of his men, but would dash on far in front, foremost of them all in valour. Many a man did he kill in battle- I cannot name every single one of those whom he slew while fighting on the side of the Argives, but will only say how he killed that valiant hero Eurypylus son of Telephus, who was the handsomest man I ever saw except Memnon; many others also of the Ceteians fell around him by reason of a woman's bribes. Moreover, when all the bravest of the Argives went inside the horse that Epeus had made, and it was left to me to settle when we should either open the door of our ambuscade, or close it, though all the other leaders and chief men among the Danaans were drying their eyes and quaking in every limb, I never once saw him turn pale nor wipe a tear from his cheek; he was all the time urging me to break out from the horse- grasping the handle of his sword and his bronze-shod spear, and breathing fury against the foe. Yet when we had sacked the city of Priam he got his handsome share of the prize money and went on board (such is the fortune of war) without a wound upon him, neither from a thrown spear nor in close combat, for the rage of Mars is a matter of great chance.'

In general from the greek sources he is described as nobly.

He is noted for killing quite a few people during the fall of Troy but his most notable kills are Priam, who he kills within the throne room (to my knowledge) and Astyanax who is killed after Troy has fallen.

In the Aeneid by Vergil he is described in ways that frame him a more villainous or evil way

‘The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies,’

During when Pyrrhus is about to kill Priam there is a line that I believe characterizes him as more of a tragic character than anything else. Before killing Priam, Priam berates him about how Pyrrhus is about to treat Priam because of how Achilles showed him humanity and how Achilles gives Priam his son’s body back. This is partly brung up because Pyrrhus getting into the throne room kills one of Priam’s sons in front of his face.

The line basically translates out to be Pyrrhus telling Priam that when he dies and sees his father to tell him of the terrible deed of his son, of how terrible his son is.

In the translation that I read they use the line ‘Tell him of degenerate Neoptolemus’

When in the context of the Philoctetes I think this paints Pyrrhus as being a rather tragic and sad character, because prior to going to the island of Lemnos Pyrrhus tried to act most noble, he wants to be noble like his father. When on Lemnos he has his morals questioned and is forced to go against his morales at the hand of Odysseus.

I interpret this as him vocalizing how he might be upset with himself as he is forced to look at the reality of war which isn’t noble or glorious at all. He wants to live up to the noble idea of his father and everything he is forced to do makes him feel terrible.

I personally think that Pyrrhus probably doesn’t know a lot about the terrible things that Achilles has done or he tries to ignore them. When fighting in the war he might realize his idea of his father might not truly be acturte, he was raised on stories from his mother telling him of his outstanding father.

In terms of justifying his actions during the war because going off my own headcanon he probably wouldn’t be so interested in killing so many people, I imagine he kinda just turns off his head and acts purely on his emotions and just acts like that of a soldier. (Is this PTSD?)

He follows the orders given to him and acts without questioning and lets all his emotions out. I personally don’t assign Pyrrhus that much pride but I like to think he inherited some of his fathers famous anger. All of his anger at what he is being forced to do comes out when he is forced to fight.

That is where the brutality of his portrayal within the Aeneid comes from.

#super doc sorry #my thoughts #my terrible terrible thoughts of my boy #I am sorry some of these thoughts are kinda old and need to get updated lol #neoptolemus #pyrrhus #the iliad #(I guess)#my super doc of all things

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It’s Self-Promo Sunday, Y’all!!!

And since the CSSNS has kicked off for another year, I thought it’d be appropriate to highlight my first offering for last years event.

This fic was an absolute BEAR to write, but once it was done, I was SO STINKIN PROUD of it!!!! It wouldn’t be here without two of the loveliest ladies in this fandom, @hollyethecurious and @profdanglaisstuff. Hollye was my brainstorming partner and such an encouragement when I desperately wanted to quit and Saira was a NEVER ENDING FOUNT of knowledge, patience, encouragement, and brilliantly executed beta duties. Being a part of the event also paired me with one of the fandoms most outstanding artists, @spartanguard. She made the banner above and then made art for every single chapter. Each week I was a screaming, flailing ball of emotion when I saw her manips.

If you haven’t read it, I hope you do and that you let me know what you think. If you have read it, thank you and I hope you’ll enjoy it again in the future!!

Fic Summary: The Dark’s minion’s downfall is foretold When True Love’s Kiss doth unfold Between soulmates unbound by time The blue eyed prince and his golden haired Swan Their True Love will break the hold And Dark magic will be no more.

Rating: M (Violence and Smut)

Word Count: 41K

Tags: Vampires, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Prophecy, Black Death, French Revolution, Magic, True Love’s Kiss

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oh heck yeah i am HERE for halloween asks! do you have any headcanons for Passione and halloween/horror films? like, which boys are into them, do they have a favorite movie?

- Bruno doesn’t like horror movies very much. He’s gentle, and watching horrible people get torn apart by even more horrible people or creatures doesn’t really appeal to him. He doesn’t mind softer spooky things - Disney horror movies, things like Hocus Pocus or The Addams Family or The Nightmare Before Christmas. He’s fine with jumpscares, but he just prefers things to be positive.

- Fugo’s an intellectual, and most horror movies and Halloween movies are just too predictable for him. That being said, he loves classics - Hammer House of Horror movies, anything black and white or beautifully shot. He’ll be able to recite facts about the movies and the making of them to the people watching with him, too - he’s a fount of useless knowledge.

- Abbacchio will say he enjoys the goriest and bleakest horror movies to watch others squirm, and even though he doesn’t really like them that much, he’ll sit with eyes glued to the screen to prove that he can handle them. If you leave him alone, though, he’ll be drawn to sweeping Gothic Horrors set in crumbling manor houses with well-dressed aristocratic villains and innocent wide-eyed maidens in bloodstained nightgowns.

- Narancia doesn’t like horror movies, and will never admit that. He gets scares really easily - he’s a little bit of a scaredy-cat, but he knows that the rest of the gang would tease him mercilessly if he knew. He pretends to like slasher movies like Friday the 13th and Halloween, but Bruno knows that they give him nightmares and will try and come up with reasons Narancia shouldn’t watch movies with the gang.

- Mista likes horror-comedies. He gets comfortable on the couch and watches them, laughing at every joke even if he’s heard it a hundred times before - he also really likes very bad cult horror movies, which he treats like horror comedies. People don’t like watching movies with him because he kind of ruins the experience - he’s the kind of guy who talks over everything because his favourite joke is coming up and look, guys, look--

- Giorno likes the kind of movies that Abbacchio won’t admit he likes. Beautifully shot things that are darker the longer you watch them; he and Fugo’s tastes mesh well, and they often watch some of the stranger movies together. Fugo and Giorno will watch obscure art-house movies with subtitles together and everyone else will scoff as they go past.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo headcanons #bruno buccellati #pannacotta fugo #leone abbacchio #narancia ghirga #guido mista #giorno giovanna #psi-lucas

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Nino And Me: An Interview With Bryan A. Garner

August is a nice, slow month — a perfect time for lawyers to catch up on their pleasure reading, perhaps at the beach or pool. If you’re looking for something that’s a pleasure to read — but not a guilty pleasure, because it’s also very smart and informative — then check out Nino and Me: My Unusual Friendship with Justice Antonin Scalia, by Bryan A. Garner.

Garner, the longtime editor of Black’s Law Dictionary, is most famous among lawyers as a lexicographer and expert in legal writing. But Nino and Me reveals the person behind the pen, since it’s Garner’s memoir of his friendship with the late Justice Scalia, with whom he worked closely on two books: Making Your Case: The Art of Persuading Judges and Reading Law: The Interpretation of Legal Texts.

Garner’s memoir appealed to me, as it will appeal to large segments of the Above the Law readership, on two levels. First, it’s a book for people who are Article III groupies — i.e., folks who are fascinated by the federal judiciary and federal judges, especially justices of the U.S. Supreme Court. Garner gives Justice Scalia the full celebrity treatment, revealing fun facts like what the justice liked to sing in the shower (p. 112), his issues with Mexican food (p. 112), what he thinks of Serena and Venus Williams (p. 298), and whether he enjoyed Bridge of Spies (p. 336). It’s also full of delicious tidbits of “inside baseball,” like Justice Scalia’s reaction to his famous spat with Judge Richard Posner (p. 196), and whether it affected Justice Scalia’s hiring of Posner clerks to work for him at SCOTUS (p. 227). (On the other hand, if you share Professor Rick Hasen’s concerns about “judicial celebrity,” then this might not be the book for you.)

Second, Nino and Me will appeal to readers who appreciate good writing — on two levels. First, it’s a beautifully written book, full of elegant, novelistic prose. Second, it’s a book aimed at “snoots.” If you’re not familiar with the term, here’s Garner’s explanation:

In the April 2001 issue of Harper’s, the late David Foster Wallace introduced his family’s acronym for “syntax nudnik of our time” or, alternatively, “Sprachegefhl necessitates our ongoing tendance.” …. The word denotes a well-informed language-lover and word connoisseur. It aptly captures the linguistic snootiness of those who weigh their words, value verbal nuances, resist the societal tendency to blur useful distinctions, reject newfangled usages without strong redeeming qualities, and concern themselves with linguistic tradition and continuity.

Nino and Me is a fount of knowledge about English grammar, usage, and style. Readers learn, for example, about the proper pronunciation of “gravamen” and “appellee” (p. 122) — on which Garner corrected Scalia, so don’t feel bad if you’ve been mispronouncing these words for years.

Not too long ago, I had the pleasure of speaking by phone with Professor Garner about Nino and Me. Here’s a (lightly edited and condensed) write-up of our conversation.

DL: What led you to write this book?

BAG: I’d had such an interesting collaboration with Justice Scalia, and my friends had always found my brief accounts of things so fascinating. So I thought that for those who wanted to know more about Justice Scalia the man, I should tell the story.

I was also convinced that Justice Scalia himself would have enjoyed having our story told. But he would have wanted it to be utterly accurate and truthful as a portrayal, as I worked hard to make it.

We had a tumultuous beginning to our relationship—a misunderstanding that led to a lot of the early drama in the book. All that makes the story all the more improbable and compelling.

DL: Indeed! We know how it all turned out, since you ended up as coauthors, but that incident (pp. 46-49) had me on the edge of my seat.

BAG: Several readers have told me that they get indigestion over the whole episode, in which it looked like our entire collaboration, as well as our friendship, was going to get scuttled—even though they know, because there’s so much of the book left, that something must have happened to put it back on track.

DL: Aside from the indigestion, how has the book been received?

BAG: One English professor has told me that he’s convinced it’s the best memoir he’s ever read. A lawyer told me yesterday that he was deeply moved, but mostly in the 48 hours after finishing the book and reflecting on it. Readers who hope to rush through the book find it way too detailed. It’s not a book to be rushed through. I meant every paragraph to be savored. If you wonder you why I’m telling a particular story, it’s worth thinking about it rather than summarily assuming it’s extraneous.

Anyone who resents the fact that the friendship developed will absolutely detest the book. I’ve read it through those eyes—the eyes of an older friend who might consider Garner a latecoming interloper—and the whole thing is infuriating.

If you’re reading for gotcha moments, you’ll find them. They just won’t be what you think. You’ll find yourself taken with a man you thought you’d dislike.

DL: The level of detail in the book is astounding, featuring everything from what people were wearing to what meals you ate with Justice Scalia to what seem like near-verbatim reconstructions of conversations. How were you able to do this?

BAG: I was very alert and attentive during my conversations with Justice Scalia because I considered my time with him to be very important. Some of our most interesting and important conversations I was able to reconstruct from memory, partly because I had recounted them so many times to friends and family. They’re seared into my memory.

I had some entries from a diary that I kept; I figured I might someday write a tribute to him, but long in the future. For example, take the first breakfast I had with him and my daughter. I didn’t know that we would become friends and collaborators. I just knew that it was one heck of a breakfast meeting. So that evening in 2006, I wrote a ten- to twelve-page account of our meeting, which is how I was able to be so detailed about it.

And I had so many other materials as well. My research for the book involved reviewing email messages and notes he had written to me, letters that we had exchanged, drafts of our two books, telephone messages he left for me, my calendar, and videos of impromptu interviews that he agreed to do in chambers.

Because my wife Karolyne was so much involved in the story, she was able to help me a great deal as well. When it came to the detail about what occurred during the Asia trip in the last weeks of his life, we actually went back to Hong Kong less than a year later and retraced all our steps. In doing that, many conversations came back to me. It was a wonderful thing to do.

DL: But at the same time, you were also very selective about what you put into the book.

BAG: Yes. We had hundreds if not thousands of conversations that aren’t included either because I’ve forgotten them or because they were relatively inconsequential—or else too intimate. Every vignette in the book is there because it illuminates something about Justice Scalia or about the friendship. Much has been excluded.

The book took an immense amount of research to piece everything together, and then I went through more than 200 drafts of the manuscript. It took me about 18 months to research and write. I hope that it’s some of my best work—certainly it’s my most personal.

DL: Writing it was an emotional experience, I’m guessing?

BAG: It was very cathartic. Writing the book was a way of dealing with my grief over losing the kind of friend I never expected to have—and never expect to have again.

The book surely gives you the sense that this was not an ordinary friendship. It was based on an unusual passion that the two of us shared, for language. The two of us were so different in some ways, yet so similar in others. Constitutionally—not in terms of the U.S. Constitution, but in terms of outlook and temperament—we were very similar. But in our views on social and political issues, we were very different. We liked that fact.

DL: You mention that Justice Scalia was supportive of you during your divorce (p. 42), after the death of your mutual friend David Foster Wallace (pp. 104-05), and at other times. Did that surprise you, given the depiction (or caricature) of him in some quarters as this ultra-Catholic, super-conservative, angry and intolerant figure?

BAG: Yes. I thought he would be a much more difficult man to work with than he ended up being, given the depictions of him in the press. I was as disarmed as anyone by his great warmth, and by his expressions of embarrassment and apology when he inadvertently stood me up for two of our early meetings.

I did fear that he might be very disapproving of the fact that I was getting a divorce. But far from it. When I spoke to him about it, he was just a very supportive friend.

DL: You mention a number of personal things about yourself such as your divorce, but also many personal things about Justice Scalia—everything from his undergarments (p. 146) to his exercise regimen (p. 287) to his favorite kinds of sushi (p. 185). Were you worried about how readers, especially judges or justices, might react to this “underneath their robes” look at a judicial figure?

BAG: It certainly crossed my mind. Yes, the world now knows that he wore sock garters.

But for goodness’ sake, the man was human. I’m trying to humanize Justice Scalia, which I think is a very good thing. And everyone I’ve talked to thinks more highly of him after reading the book, regardless of their political leanings.

In any event, I don’t think anyone I know thinks I’d write a similar memoir about him or her. This was a once-off. I’m sure I’ll never write anything else so autobiographical. I’ve written a book with Gorsuch and Kavanaugh, but I don’t think they’re expecting a similar kind of thing!

DL: What else might surprise people about Justice Scalia after reading Nino and Me?

BAG: Some readers might be surprised just looking at the photos, to realize how fun-loving he was. He was often depicted in the press as an angry, bitter, reactionary man, but that was certainly not his day-to-day persona. The man was gregarious, vivacious, full of energy, and full of wit. He was the kind of person that most people would love to sit down and have a beer with. You can see why he and Justice Ginsburg had such a close friendship.

Apart from that, I think people will be interested in how much Justice Scalia liked to argue, and how the arguments took shape. And they’ll be interested to see how often he’d concede.

DL: The justice learned a fair number of things from you—for example, that one shouldn’t use “thusly” (p. 23), or that the preferred plural for “forum” is “forums” (p. 39). What did you learn from Justice Scalia?

BAG: First, probably the biggest lesson—a lesson we’ve all heard, but I’ve never seen anyone live it as much as Justice Scalia did—is not to worry about what other people think. Not to behave according to what other people might think. Apart from his constant worry about any appearance of impropriety connected to his role as a justice, he was not bothered by what others thought, said, or wrote about his opinions, his questions from the bench, or anything else. He wasn’t bothered by negative press accounts, caricatures of him in the media, or public insults. I was bothered for him; he was completely unflappable.

Second, even though I’m strong on language and linguistics, I learned a great deal about jurisprudence and textualism from him. My linguistic interests were not nearly as well focused on statutory construction as they came to be because of his influence. I think I was a nascent textualist. I didn’t have nearly the well-developed view of judicial philosophy and jurisprudence that I think I now have as a result of having worked with him so closely.

Finally, I learned that you don’t always get an accurate picture of a public figure from the press. I hate to play into the whole “fake news” thing—I’m troubled by the current tendency to try and undermine all mainstream media outlets—but some coverage of Justice Scalia reflected the difficulty of getting accurate reporting from the press about conservative figures or ideas.

DL: Speaking of figures maligned by the press, you said in an interview interview (with Jess Bravin of the Wall Street Journal) that Justice Scalia had favorable things to say about Donald Trump as a presidential candidate?

BAG: Early in the campaign, Justice Scalia liked the fact that we had an outspoken candidate who would speak off the cuff, who would not have all his comments and positions subject to focus groups and airbrushing. But those were early days.

DL: It was certainly true of Justice Scalia as well—that he spoke his mind, and he didn’t airbrush his views. Thank you for giving us such a vivid portrait of the man behind the legend, and thank you for taking the time to speak with us about it!

(Disclosure: I received a review copy of this book, and all links to books in this post are affiliate links.)

Nino and Me: My Unusual Friendship with Justice Antonin Scalia [Amazon (affiliate link)]

Earlier: Black’s Law Dictionary: An Interview with Bryan A. Garner

David Lat is editor at large and founding editor of Above the Law, as well as the author of Supreme Ambitions: A Novel. He previously worked as a federal prosecutor in Newark, New Jersey; a litigation associate at Wachtell, Lipton, Rosen & Katz; and a law clerk to Judge Diarmuid F. O’Scannlain of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit. You can connect with David on Twitter (@DavidLat), LinkedIn, and Facebook, and you can reach him by email at [email protected].

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Consumerism

I don’t live under a rock, so I’m aware of the term consumerism, but I’ve never really taken the time to think about what it is… or what people mean to do about it when they criticize it.

So I’m going to try and get my head around what it means and what some of the efforts to counter it consist of.

One definition I found is consumerism, on a more individual level, is the preoccupation with consuming more and more goods and services. It is driven by a chronic dissatisfaction with what the consumer currently has. Some of the evils concomitant with consumerism might be greed, selfishness, mistaking getting something new for getting something good, ungratefulness, dissatisfaction, jealousy, focus on things…

From Wikipedia (the fount of all knowledge…), I read that on a societal level, it can be correlated with the growth imperative and overconsumption, which can have larger impacts on the environment, like overexploitation of natural resources or large amounts of waste.

While consumerism might foster the aforementioned individual vices, it doesn’t invent them. Those things exist in the heart even for those not in consumerist societies. Reading Darwin’s Voyage of the Beagle, he spoke of stopping in the Cape Horn region of southern Chile to revisit some Indian tribes there. Their mode of living was such that they shared everything at a mostly subsistence level. When one of the Indians, who had been brought to England, came back and gave his mother a coat, the next day it had been ripped to pieces with each member of the community getting a section. Why? Because if they didn’t share everything, jealousy would arise. Those evils of human nature exist without a consumerist culture.

The bible says God created us to live in and enjoy the world. Deuteronomy 26:11 :

“Then you and the Levites and the foreigners residing among you shall rejoice in all the good things the Lord your God has given to you and your household.”

The trick is to enjoy the material goods we have, while acknowledging they came from the Lord. Enjoy your stuff, and put the Lord first, not the stuff. In doing so we will avoid the greed, selfishness, jealousy, dissatisfaction, and ungratefulness that accompany just storing up goods.

From a Christian perspective, I get the wariness about consumerism. I try personally to avoid it, but I’m gonna drop a truth bomb here- I too like stuff. I do, however, take measures to avoid being overly attached. I drive a 2009 Honda fit with about 170,000 miles on it. I could afford a new car, but the one I have works fine. I don’t worry about trying to get something cooler because, to be honest, I have better places to spend money. My wife and I contribute …. Well , a lot of money to various ministries and charities, and we give when we can. We’ll pay for dinners, give to those who might want to go on various mission trips, etc. The Lord has blessed, so we feel our abundance of finances is our opportunity to give back. I applaud all you who are giving back in the recognition that- God has given in order for us to give to others.

But on a political level, I’m not sure what we should do about it. I have issues with the growth imperative- the insistence on never-ending growth, overconsumption and exploitation too. Exploitation of resources seems like something we can regulate legal. Curbing the theory of the growth imperative or overconsumption is another issue altogether.

So when did consumerism really take off?

Looking at wikipedia’s page, the industrial revolution dramatically increased the availability of goods at lower prices. When goods and services become widely available, more people, even at the lower classes can afford what was at one time out of their reach.

The Marxists, for example, were perturbed by this. By the late 1920’s the proletariat had not rebelled against the system, as the Marxist had thought. Instead they were improving their lot through cheaper and more widely available goods. They were increasingly happy with their lives. Antonio Gramsci called this false consciousness. Here’s the deal though, the plebes only thought they were happy (according to the Marxists), when they were really just being duped by the capitalists. Rather than being truly set free to appreciate great art and music, great learning and culture, the stupid plebes were happy with cheap crap and football games; bread and circuses, as the ancient Romans might have put it. Gramsci wanted them to realize how impoverished they were, so they could finally rise up, throw off the oppressive yoke and realize the communist utopia he had planned. But plebes, being stupid and all, were just too happy with their junk.

One might be inclined to think there is something deeply elitist of these intelligentsia thinking they know best for everyone else, and plotting to ruin the lives of the working class so they, the elites, could provide them with basic levels of subsistence, and feed the plebes THEIR ideas of high culture, which they knew was much better than what the plebes were choosing themselves. Hold on to this idea, because this freedom to choose versus what some people think OUGHT to be chosen, is at the heart of the divide, in my most humble opinion.

The free market has certainly spurred innovation to produce more and better stuff than ever in the history of mankind. Part of the trade-offs that inevitably happen in complex systems is a series of negative effects that are the flip side of every coin.

As an example, when I was in leadership at a local church, one of our pastors was extremely laissez-faire in his management style. I personally considered that freedom-to-operate to be a great positive. The negative side was that communication was often deficient. But that communication deficiency was the necessary flip side of the freedom-to-operate. That’s the nature of trade-offs inherent in any system. And.....given the nature of the differing ways of measuring success humans have, it is impossible that everyone in a society will be fully happy about the way things are, and almost assured that everyone will be dissatisfied with some aspects of society. Trade-offs.

Returning to problems with consumerism, what would it take, for example, to reduce overconsumption by producing quality TVs, rather than cheap TVs? (and this is going to be the most deficient descriptive scenario you’ll probably see all day, maybe all week, and maybe..... well, we’ll leave it at that.)

The company would have to make some decisions: the quality will be better, so they will be more expensive. That means they can’t sell as many. Which means they’re either going to have to pay employees less, make less profit, or fire excess employees no longer necessary. Making less profit will immediately appeal to those who stand to lose nothing by the suggestion, but what if the profit margins were already thin to start?

The end result will be the price of TV’s will rise, pricing them out of the range of lower end markets.

Now poor people have less options. (Which might be good because they need to understand how miserable their lives are so they can rise up and overthrow the capitalist system!)

Innovation suffers because people buy less tv’s because tv’s last longer, and there’s less reason to push them to buy newer ones.

On the positive side, less cheap tv’s thrown into the waste dumps means less…. Well… waste.....

So, trade-offs. Hooray!

I’m also not sure how we can practically encourage less overconsumption without getting into really invasive laws. But there’s a lot I don’t know, so I’ll just add this one to the list.

In short, I see some problems, but I also think I understand that solving for one problem inexorably means increasing others. Democratically resolving these through a free market means people will almost inevitably choose short term gain over long term good. Free markets are great at figuring out how to do things, bad at figuring out what needs to be done. But I’m interested in hearing other thoughts on this subject. It’s new to me, so I’m undoubtedly missing all the good parts of the discussion.

#consumerism

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Festival Project Evaluation

Firstly, the problem I was given was to design and create a festival from the ground up as it was up to me to come up with what it was going to involve such as what type of festival it would be, the type of artists that would be playing, the colour schemes of the whole designs, and the location that the event would be taking place. I felt that I had full control of what I was designing as there wasn’t many restrictions as I could design without following many guidelines from the brief as I was able to freely create the designs in any way I felt necessary. But to start with I gathered different research such as what the typical colour schemes was for a festival and what was the best locations for hosting such a big event by doing this it allowed me to have a base of how I could start putting my festival together as by getting the basic elements down it allowed me to start putting the design aspects together. As I wanted to achieve a 90s-style festival as I felt like bringing back the old days of bright colours old artists would not just interested the younger person but also get the older audience involved to as this will help them bring back memories and relate to when they were younger. Which I felt as the rave seen was so big within the 90s I wanted to bring that back into a two-day festival as the 90s was a very urban era I wanted to create my design based around that concept so I used that to mainly design my logo as part of the urban era graffiti art was a big part which gave me the idea for a logo, while doing my research in graffiti artist I came across a very well-known graffiti street artists called Mr. Stash which has been doing numerous work for many years now and has work with people such as Nike, round two Hollywood and many more well-known companies which I felt was very interesting of what he has accomplished as in the 90s graffiti was often looked at being a crime and there wasn’t many artists that did it at a professional level but as the times have progressed to the current day there’s a lot of professional graffiti artists.

I used the design principles/ elements such as the type anatomy and persuasive language as the name of my festival is called skankout which skanking is a old style rave move that has been recreated from the youth of today I felt that incorporating that in the title will be able to bring back memories of the older generation and make it obvious what to expect when attending the festival as this dance move is often done when listening the heavy bass music such as garage and bassline, grime which is what my festival is about. While creating the colour scheme for the festival I wanted to use my research of graffiti artists as most of them used vibrant coloiurs and my logo was designed in graffiti style text if I used bright vibrant colour pallets I would be able to symbolize this and make it obvious of the approach I wanted to take as I also used the signature bubbles that many graffiti artists use in their work especially Mr stash. Which I feel that my design that I had created was very versatile as It spoke to the younger and older generation which was one of my main aims to bring everyone together and create one big community where there was people enjoying themselves together as part of a big enjoyable group that everyone could relate to.

I felt when researching different festival poster designs it allowed me to generate arrange of ideas while looking at the most common designs by gathering the knowledge of the most common designs I was able to create a more efficient in design that was very unusual and not as common from the design that was already out there and being used by most of the festivals already, with my design i wanted to create a scenery of the festival area on th poster itself but in a more illustrated approach as by doing this it would give the audience a insight of what to expect from the festival and the surround they will be accommodating for the time they stay there as they would need to feel safe but by including the scenery into the design it helps to reinsure them that it would be a nice place to be around and take part in. The scenery includes a beautiful grass field where the event would be taking part is Heaton park, Manchester also the background of the poster shows a beautiful blue sky that would make the viewer more intrigued to come to the event. The poster also shows the main headliners and the location of the events where about.

Also, I felt the whole theme of the festival would be great if the festival comers was able to purchase souvenirs such as skankout merchandise from the shops that would be a part of the festival and even online purchases can be made, I felt that the most brought souvenirs from festivals are things like t shirt, bags Water bottles as they would be the main used items that people would want is I only created them as I didn’t want to include any unwanted its and only cater for the most needed items . All most of the merchandise has the signature logo which often doesn’t need anything added as logo is strong and bold. The logo is versatile as it can be used on many things without much editing or none at all. I have also created two wrist bands which is really great as one can indicate if you’re a VIP member which means you’ll get cheaper fees off merchandise and certain drinks also will be able to use luxury toilets. The VIP bands have a very bright distinctive colour which is a bight pastel pink combination of colour that would be easy to acknowledge who has VIP and who hasn’t. The normal wrist band has a simple colour scheme that’s very similar to the logo design which keeps the same theme throughout and the VIP is very which isn’t like any part of the colour scheme which makes you stand out from the rest.

When created the website I had to have in mind what content would be showing on the while site such as videos and images, the video content that would be on the web site is the previous highlights of the year before which is great addition to the home page of the website as this would also indicate what things you would be expecting to happen this year from the event which is a great feature to add to the website also there would be a gallery of highlight of images of the event. There will be a page that would be dedicated to the shop that would sell the merchandise of the festival by having. I feel that the web page design I have created is very easy and straight forward to use as there’s many indications of what part of the website you are on and can navigate to parts that you would like to explore. The main purpose of the web site to allow to user to feel more evolved with the whole skankout experience but while still having a professional outlook to the design itself. I wanted to add symbols to the design that would indicate it belongs to the festival so I added paint splatter across the web page to show the art side of the festival and not just the line ups and information that you would need to know.

The best way I felt to develop my ideas further was to create in-depth research and going over it to pick key bits for each part, also by breaking down key phrases or even bullet point is a good way I fount to work but I often used mind maps throughout the research and thinking process of this entire project as I felt it was the best and clear way to get my ideas down then pick the best ones to expand on the chosen one. As this helps me to then develop them in a more visual method that would contain strong elements that would meet the purpose of the brief.

I believe that I would like to change and maybe add more merchandise of item list that I would like to sell at the festival and also maybe try to challenge my animation skills even more as created a gif is great but you are very limited to what things you can produce but with other pieces of software such as adobe after effect I would be able to add a more professional outcome for my animated advert I created for the festival banner. Which by doing this would allow me to create a cleaner look and even run smoother than just creating a Photoshop animated gift.

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