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a-suspicious-lack-of-bagel · 5 months ago

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I've been having some thoughts about knowledge, understanding, processing, and recall. Why is it that the teachers I got on with best - and most enjoyed the classes of - were my Physics and Maths teachers, yet my worst subjects academically were extension 2 maths and physics? (This one got rather long - 10.5 more paragraphs under the cut).

I think it's to do with what's being tested - knowledge vs understanding. As @dorianbrightmusic recently pointed out to me, I tend to have better understanding than I do knowledge - that's just how I learn. This means (at least for me) that, for example, I am alarmingly good at pretending to be prepared at uni: I can sit there in my tute, having barely skimmed one of the 3 set readings and not watched the lecture; and yet I'm still engaged in the tutorial discussion - and at the end, it's my one-sentence summary that goes on the whiteboard for our group.

The secret to an excellent participation grade (at least, in my experience) seems to be one's ability to PROCESS information: to absorb, synthesize, and have ideas about the topic of discussion - and while some prior knowledge is useful and highly recommended, it's not always necessary. Unfortunately for my marks, however; participation requires attendance (how inconvenient!); and EXAMS are more a measure of one's knowledge.

In an exam, you're typically expected to apply your acquired knowledge to a series of questions or problems. Rather than your ability to process information, an exam tests your ability to RECALL information - especially under time pressure. Sure, this is partly a comment on my lack of exam preparation; but my high-achieving colleagues went into their maths and physics exams armed with a catalogue of practice problems and a list of formulae used to solve them - whereas I walked into the hall with only the small reference sheet provided, and then mashed formulae and problems together willy-nilly until an answer appeared.

As a brief side note, I find essays to require a combination of both processing AND recall, as they're both persuasive and informative in nature. "Here's the cool idea I had" (processing), "here's my evidence" (recall), "and therefore I'm right" (processing again). Hence the subjects where my enjoyment tended to better match my marks: English and History.

Returning to my topic; unfortunately for me, it tends to be faster to recall stored knowledge than apply acquired understanding - and so my marks were less good than I'd have liked. Sure, I had no issues tackling the hardest problems in the exam; but if the "easy" questions take you just as long, you run out of time before you can get to them. It's much easier to apply a formula than invent one - so if you can just learn them all beforehand, you'll work faster. (Stay tuned for my next lecture: the many problems with how assessment is done, and why it still probably shouldn't change!)

Anyways, that's why I tend to prefer the theoretical to the applied (although other reasons also apply there), and that's why I got on so well with my y12 maths and physics teachers. Some of my earlier teachers were experts in navigating the education system, with a passion for their subject; but these two were experts in their subject, with a passion for teaching. (And also kind, intelligent, and neurodivergent; which helps.)

It's been apparent to me for a while that I'm never going to be a talented student of either maths or physics. The conclusion I've come to recently, though; is that I AM an excellent physicist and mathematician (well, at least I am when that's what I put my effort into). I'd be a perfectly good post-graduate academic - it's a tad unfortunate that "graduate in relevant field" is a prerequisite.

There's a saying that "those who can't do, teach; and those who can't teach, teach PE". That's bullshit. I've met teachers FAR more competent than many professionals in their fields; and one of the best teachers I've had's subject was PDHPE. (And a good thing too - it's Remarkably hard and ENORMOUSLY important to teach kids about consent, especially when your classes consist of a bunch of feral teenagers with VASTLY different experiences, prior knowledge, and sometimes trauma!)

However, I do think we need more people who can't RECALL so easily; who are intelligent but not always conventionally "academically gifted", in teaching. My Gran is admittedly biased (teacher who retired but refuses to stop teaching) but she thinks my vocation is in teaching - and for all the above reasons.

The world could use a few less paediatric bureaucrats with a passion for physics; exceptional though they are at the craft of marks-improvement. Instead, in my opinion, the world needs a few more physicists with a passion for teaching - their students end up with more brilliance than efficiency; and if they choose to stay in their field, they'll end up with more satisfaction for the same productivity.

#jonno rambles #education tag #sorry guys this is a long one #love u ms fluitsma ms hussein and aprof johnston #i've just realised that my type for crushes #also fits every single teacher/friend's parent #who's been a mother figure for me. welp #this probably says something about me i guess #i may have mother issues. i have several issues #although i've never been attracted to one of my teachers #maybe it just means i have good taste *shrug*

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buffysummers · 2 years ago

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idk where people are calling buffy dumb or ditzy but they’re definitely watching a different show. like one of the best things about her character is that yes, she’s blonde and dresses nice and cute, but she kicks ass! not only physically since helpless proved she’s quick on her feet and has a mind for strategy. absolutely disrespectful to say she’s dumb and ditzy based on her school performance. your school work would suffer too if you were saving the town/world every day! but as you pointed out, she didn’t do terribly on the standardized test either which is amazing bc i sure as hell did terribly.

My post wasn't calling out anyone specifically. That being said, I've seen some viral tweets over the years calling Buffy dumb. But also, other characters in the show kind of act like Buffy is dumb, too. For instance, Cordelia doesn't even congratulate Buffy on her SATs score, but rather snatches her envelope because she cannot believe Buffy either 1) scored that high or 2) scored better than her.

In 3.18, when Buffy can hear people's thoughts, Willow is shocked that Buffy understood "Othello." She also makes some condescending comments to her in seasons 4/5 when they're in college.

Additionally, the Scoobies have a tendency to doubt Buffy's instincts and capabilities, which we see repeatability throughout the series. There is perhaps only a few characters who don't doubt her intelligence, Giles and Angel being among them.

There are a lot of different ways to be smart. But I think the show uses Buffy's grades and attendance record as a way to diminish her intelligence, often using the other characters as a mouthpiece.

Sure, Buffy does have some "blonde" moments, but who doesn't? We can all be gullible sometimes. I just think when/IF people give Buffy praise, they rarely tend to highlight how smart she is and how perceptive and strategic she is. So, I REALLY appreciated the show having her excel and do better than almost everyone else on the SAT. (We don't learn Willow's actual score, just that she got a 740 verbal, which is 60 shy of a perfect score at the time. So, one can assume she did better than a 740 on the math, which means that she probably scored a 1500 or more, slightly better than Buffy.)

#btvs #buffy summers #anonymous #answered

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thedisablednaturalist · 3 months ago

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hey can gifted kids shut the fuck up on this post jesus Christ

let me elaborate

I was put into special reading classes due to a type of vision problem that mimiced dyslexia (all I know it was common for people with learning disabilities). I was in this class until 5th grade. I had to do remedial math as well (numbers were also affected). For the SOLs (Virginia standardized testing) I was put into an afterschool club all the other kids called "stupid club". I wanted to learn to play flute but didn't really understand how to read music (also my coordination wasn't great). I was a very slow learner and was so frustrated and fell behind constantly. I wanted to do well, I constantly studied and stayed late after school to work with teachers. I'm so lucky to have had a good school system and teachers willing to spend that time with me. This continued in highschool where I joined several honors student organizations and tutored other kids who struggled. I spent all my free time studying and tutoring, no video games, no social life, this was all to just to keep on the A-B honor roll. Eventually it was too much and I got burnt out and depressed due to the death of a teacher. I almost failed several classes. I saw so many gifted kids where everything came so easy to them, especially if they were rich (my school had a large population of kids from wealthy and powerful families).

I had to fight my way into honors english and ap classes. I only passed one ap test barely. I studied so hard to keep up with everyone else and still fell behind. I was such a good tutor for others because I came up with so many different ways to teach things because I had to teach myself over and over. I could explain things unlike those who just immediately grasped those concepts. In senior year I finally got an award (cornell book award for volunteering and academic excellence), I was so proud of myself and all the gifted kids belittled my achievement and said whats the big deal, that the award was just a handout. Because it always came easy to them. I had never gotten an award handed to me on stage before. It felt amazing. But all the gifted kids saw was another award they didn't get. I always had to work 20 times harder to get good grades, and people probably thought I was gifted. But I'm not, I never was.

My confidence was destroyed by education. It caused severe anxiety and later depression. I would cry during tests because I just didn't understand. In college I had severe test anxiety and still struggled even with accommodations. I had dreams that I wanted so bad but couldn't reach no matter how hard I worked. I still struggle with math and numbers, and some topics make me panic due to how I was treated by some professors who assumed I was just lazy. I failed several classes in college and had to change my major. With chronic illness graduation was a struggle and I'm so proud of myself for making it through.

This post is for kids like me and those who weren't as fortunate. My brother was in special education for all his years in public school. I had some amazing teachers who believed in me and saw how hard I worked, most people don't have that. I have adhd, so don't fucking tell me I don't understand the adhd struggle. But I wasn't one of the adhd kids whose disability was actually their superpower and the neurotypicals just didn't understand. I couldn't focus on special interests or memorize entire wikipedia pages (I could only memorize things through hours and hours of making and using my own custom flashcards, I still have boxes and boxes of em at my parents house). I was never "diagnosed as gifted", and if you were please for the love of god make your own post like you always have, and leave this one for us stupid kids.

Kinda fucked up that we all coo and sympathize with "former gifted kids" but never talk about the students who had to stay late after school or over the summer for remedial classes/clubs, who struggled to get above a C, who were given up on or punished. Who tried so hard to understand or just couldn't. Who were grouped with the "stupid kids" (a classmate called us that in remedial math btw)

Autistic kids and adhders who can't relate to their gifted peers and are constantly alienated by them. Kids who struggled in school due to dealing with a chronic or mental illness or physical/learning/developmental disability. Those of us who have had to drop out of highschool or college. Kids who worked so hard and wanted to be seen as smart, but never were. Who watched as their peers seem to fly by them in school, while they were left behind. Who were bullied and put down by those in the gifted and honors classes. Whose confidence was absolutely destroyed by education.

I love you all and I'm so sorry the school system failed you. I'm sorry you weren't properly accommodated and given the education you deserved. I'm sorry people put you down for something that they never had to fight for.

#wrenfea.exe #all the replies in this are like oh I was gifted and I relate to this #like I get Im pretty privileged compared to many students and all schools gifted programs are different #but I'm tired of hearing about the smart kids who never had to learn how to study and how hard that was #like welcome to the real world I guess. its hard right?#yea you can be gifted in some areas and not in others #but theres a difference between people who were able to coast through school with good grades #and those who had to fight tooth and nail to be average #literally the only reason my grades were good is because I worked myself to exhaustion #they werent ever exceptional though

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thetechempire · 1 month ago

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A useful post summarizes the news about OpenAI's latest advanced model, o1:

🔹 The improvement in quality stems from the model's ability to reason before providing an answer. While the reasoning process itself won't be shown, there will be a brief summary with a high-level overview.

🔹 Previous models could reason as well, but with less effectiveness. OpenAI has focused on enhancing the model's ability to arrive at the correct answer more frequently through iterative self-correction and reasoning.

🔹 o1 is not intended to replace gpt-4o for all tasks. It excels in math, physics, and programming, follows instructions more accurately, but may struggle with language proficiency and has a narrower knowledge base. The model should be viewed as a reasoner (akin to "thinker" in Russian). According to OpenAI, the mini version is comparable to gpt-4o-mini, with no major surprises.

🔹 The model is currently available to all paid ChatGPT Plus subscribers, but with strict limits: 30 messages per week for the large model and 50 for the mini version. So, plan your requests carefully!

🔹 If you have frequently used the API and spent over $1,000 in the past, you can access the model via API with a limit of 20 requests per minute.

🔹 However, costs are high: the junior version of o1-mini is slightly more expensive than the August gpt-4o, but you’re paying for reasoning (which you won’t see) that will be substantial. Thus, the actual markup could range from 3 to 10 times, depending on the model's "thinking" time.

🔹 The model handles Olympiad-level mathematics and programming problems with the skill of international gold medalists, and for complex physics tasks resistant to Google searches, it performs at a PhD student level (~75-80% correct).

🔹 Currently, the model cannot use images, search the internet, or run code, but these features will be added soon.

🔹 The context for models is still limited to 128k tokens, similar to older versions. However, an increase is anticipated in the future, as OpenAI claims the model currently "thinks" for a couple of minutes at a time, with aspirations for longer durations.

🔹 As with any initial release, there may be some simple bugs where the model fails to respond to obvious prompts or leads to jailbreaks. This is normal, and such issues should decrease in 2-3 months once the model transitions from preview status.

🔹 OpenAI already possesses a non-preview version of the model, which is currently being tested and is reportedly better than the current release—see the attached image for details.

🔹 The new model operates without needing prompts; you won’t have to ask it to respond in a thoughtful, step-by-step manner, as this will be handled automatically in the background.

Welcome to Strawberry Era! 🔥

#open ai o1 #open ai #artificial intelligence #ai model #ai #coding #technology #tech world #tech news #tech #chatgpt #chat #google #o1

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ladyravenjadethe2nd · 1 month ago

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✦ Baby ❤︎ Making ✦ Chapter One

(I'm gonna give posting my chapters on tumblr directly a shot because both Ao3 and ffn are not giving me enough validation.)

U.A. Graduation Party

Kaminari was here to get wasted! Class 1 A had overcome impossible odds that they thought would surely be their doom and also lots of villains! The doom was the math tests, oh my god the math tests. How were they meant to remember this stuff? Kaminari had far more nightmares about pop quizzes then he ever had about running into battle.

That being said the amount of villains they had faced as high schoolers was also very impressive and Kaminari still couldn't believe sometimes that they had all made it out alive. This felt like a well deserved reward for all they had been though. Bakugou was yelling contently, music was blaring loud enough to make his head pound, and Aizawa was purposely looking the other way while Mina poured the vodka into the punch bowl! Even their strictest teacher understood that they deserve this!

"Jiro wanna danc-" "Mina you look great-" "Toru didn't see you there-" "Kendo, hey-"

Everyone already had a dancing partner, or it could be that he didn't look stable enough to dance. He hadn't had that much punch did he? It was only a couple, 4,10, no no it wasn't that much. Maybe 6 cups? Smalls ones so he could totally have some more.

"No luck buddy?" Ah there was Sero. Good old Sero! Even if he struck out all night he wouldn't be alone!

"Your a true friend!" He might be a little teary, but that was okay when he had his friend with him! He loved his friends! Sero patted his shoulder.

"Sure Denks, you too. Hey have you checked out Hatsume? She's looking fine tonight dude."

"Where? Oh wow!" Hatsume was a certified babe, but in work clothes and covered in grease one couldn't fully appreciate just how stunning she looked in a tight black dress.

"I'm gonna-I'm gonna talk to her!" He stumbled a bit.

"Go for it man!" Sero helpfully pushed him forward and that's really the clearest memory he had of the rest of the night.

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"Chargebolt great work out there!"

"You did great dude! So manly!"

"Not bad Pikachu."

"Kaminari Denki for your excellent service today I would like to give you my agency! Your truly annnnANNNNNANNN!"

"Wha-what!" On the one hand that was a really nice dream on the other he didn't fall out of bed this time! Just almost fell out of bed, but since he didn't it was starting out as a great day!

"Phone, phone where's the ah! Found you! This is Chargebolt speaking who can I save for you today!"

He really needed to change that weird ring on his phone. He knows Mina was the last one to mess with it, but any time he did remember to change it back to the fun Mi remix he had found one of his friend's always stole his phone! What did they have against such a cool and classic theme?

" Chargebolt I have a baby to give you. Just drop by the address I'm sending." Huh Hatsume wasn't working in his agency, but they were all former UA students and she was just the kind of person to have an idea for someone and make it regardless of anyone else's opinion.

"Oh cool! Thanks Hatsume! I'm sure I'll love it!" Maybe this would be a good time to make a move? She was clearly thinking about him and maybe it wasn't as awkward a night as he had assumed?

"Would you maybe want to grab lunch som-" Ah she hung up. Oh well she was probably busy. It sounded like something loud and high pitched was squalling. Must be some kind of machine of hers.

He went over straight after his shift. His hero outfit was super cool and just in case there was a tiny explosion or too it was also really durable and covered by the agency insurance for repairs! He was such an impressive adult. Class Priz would be proud of him!

He was surprised the GPS lead him to a residential area. Maybe this could lead into a dinner date after all? You don't just invite anyone to your house right? Of course the place had a large garage. He couldn't imagine her living somewhere where she couldn't make stuff. The doors were open and he could hear both banging and that high pitched screaming sound. Although now that it wasn't on the phone it sounded a lot like-

"There you are! You took your time. He should probably be fed again." She was blur of motion one minute putting down a soldering iron and the next handing him a screaming human child.

To be fair the child stopped screaming for a second to look at him, judge him and then clearly decided that more screaming was needed and started up again.

"Your welcome." She barley wasted a second looking at either of them before turning back to some sort of robot arm.

"What? Hatsume I don't know what to do with a baby! Hatsume what if I drop him! Why did you hand me-wait where did you get a child?" He lifted the child up and down in the air to kind of bounce it. That's what you did with kids right?

"I made it." Wait...

"You made....it?" Wait, wait, wait hold up now...

She pushed her googles up on her head and looked at him properly for the first time since he had walked in the door.

"You know how babies are made. We weren't smart enough to use protective equipment and this is the result."

Kaminari felt at once both very heavy and very light. Maybe he was still asleep?

"Oh." The child wasn't crying just screaming. A wisp of pink hair was on his blotchy red face and his eyes (yellow like both Kaminari's and Hatsume's actually) were open and rather angry.

"His name's Hatsume Hisoka. I had him this morning and your gonna have to take him."

She didn't look like she had a baby this morning. She rather impressively looked about the same as she always did just a bit more tired.

"What?"

At some point he had drawn the-Hisoka closer to himself in an effort not to drop him and that seemed to settle the-(his kid omg) down a bit.

"You can change his name if you want I just thought Hisoka sounded better with Hatsume-" She sounded disturbingly causal like this was just any other day with any other...baby...that she had made.

"That is not the problem! You can't...You can't just give him to me your his mother!"

Something hard flashed in the inventor's eyes.

"I'm not a mother and I never will be. Look you can take him to get a paternity test if you want, but he's yours and I can't raise him. I already have the paperwork to give up my parental rights. I can't have a kid. I would have gotten an abortion if I had found out before I was like 7 months pregnant. Guess that's what I get for being so career focused."

How could he Kaminari Denki, Sparky, Dunce-face, the stupid one possibly have a kid? He was too irresponsible to be a father. This was ridiculous.

"Look I won't blame you if you give him to someone else, but I'm washing my hands of this. I had to go through a lot to have the kid and get the paperwork together and I have deadlines to meet. Diaper bag is over there with his stuff. There isn't much. Paperwork is there too."

He waited for the punchline or to wake up. One of those would happen soon right?

" You'll want to feed him soon and possibly change him as well. Good luck with him, Chargebolt. Feel free to come by if you want me to make you one of my real babies. I'll give you a discount."

She turned away and the banging started again.

Real babies...The child was a real baby...Her son and his son. A real baby.

Hisoka was quite now, looking at him. Curious about him maybe?

All he could really do was look back into those yellow eyes. His eyes. Her quirk was in her eyes so even though they both had yellow eyes it was his own eyes that looked at him in that little face.

It seemed such a powerful thing somehow his son's eyes and he knew he had to give him up. He knew someone else would do a better job then he would. He-

Fuck.

He knew keeping Hisoka is going to be the stupidest thing he has ever done.

Well since when was he afraid to make dumb decisions?

I....I totally got this!

Narrator

( He did not totally have this.)

Hisoka did not remember dying or being in any danger whatsoever which was really the most baffling thing about finding himself being born. One moment he was building a card tower the next being pushed out of a women.

It was certainly an interesting experience, but not a pleasant one. He could barely see and certainly his movement was reduced by an unacceptable amount. Most unnerving was that he could not feel his nen.

If he didn't adore strange situations he might even be panicked. This was the most vulnerable he had ever remembered being. It made him wonder exactly how he had survived to childhood in the first place the first time.

Still the longer he existed as this weak pathetic thing the more he was sure it wasn't a very strange assassination attempt.

Eventually he was cleaned and given food. From a bottle instead of a person. It took all of his focus to make out about every other word. It was a familiar language ,but spoken quickly with an odd accent. He didn't think he had ever heard even a hint of such an accent from anyone before and he had met a great many people.

As the liquid he assumed was milk drove his new body to slumber he felt rare anticipation. The unknown was always so...exciting. ✦

Starving wasn't exciting and that was exactly what he was the next time he woke up despite having just eaten. He was laying on something soft and looking at a ceiling more grey then white now. He must have been taken away from the hospital, perhaps to an orphanage?

There were strange noises like someone was working on machines and Hisoka was ignored for so long he decided he simply had to do something about it . Starving was one thing, but having no entertainment was another problem entirely. He was not going be able to keep ahold of his sanity if he was both practically immobile and bored. ♠️

Screaming seemed the only move forward so scream he did and it wasn't too long before a person brought him food. They looked more like a human shaped blur then a person all he could really tell was that their hair was pink. It made him think of Machi and the idea of her being forced to care for an infant was an amusing one. She wasn't exactly....motherly. ❤︎

The person did not stay, a bottle was simply held up by some sort of gadget and he was left to eat and sleep and wake again.

Screaming was the only thing to break the monotony so he did it as much as possible. He was always offered food and cleaned, but he was never moved or spoken too. It made him angry. No one should ever be allowed to ignore him. ♠️ He would regain his strength and he would stack bodies like playing cards until no one dared to look away from him. ♠️

Finally he was picked up by the pink one and shoved into someone's arms. This one was blond and held him awkwardly too far away to make out his facial features, but it was close enough to tell when his attention was on the pink one and not himself. He was very much done with being ignored.Thank you. ♠️ Screaming resulted in a jarring up and down movement which made it even harder to make out the world around himself.

"Hisoka- morning- take him."

His own name was a shock to his system.

And something that had been said had shocked the man holding him too. His breathing had stopped for a second. Hisoka was drawn closer... protectively perhaps? This close he could make out a bit more of the man's face, but the angle was difficult.

" -change -thought Hisoka -with Hatsume-" He was starting to work though the accent though his attention waved easily. Perhaps it had something to do with having an infant brain? His own name worked to draw his attention at least. Now at last something was happening. ❤︎

The man yelled at the pink person a women he thinks. He made out the word 'mother' clearly. If she was meant to be his mother he should expect to be dropped off at Meteor city or an equivalent soon enough. Maybe that's what the man was here to do, toss him in a garbage heap? If that's what 'mother' wanted she may not get it. It was easy to note body language when one was pressed against someone's body. ✦ Unfortunate that he wasn't in a form able to properly enjoy it.♠️

He leaned away from her as she talked, his arms tightening. Yes the man was protective of him. Cute...❤︎

The man no boy looked at him properly when she had stopped speaking. Younger then he had thought. Late teens maybe 20 at most? Yellow eyes much like his own were wide with a starling innocence Hisoka didn't think his own had ever held. For a long time they simply looked at each other. Being acknowledged calmed the bloodlust that had been building and let him dwell more on this fascinating situation. Who was this young man? What was their relation? Had he been reincarnated before his time into a new body or was he back in time somehow? Had he been attacked? ✦ ♠️ ✦♠️

Slowly the boy raised a hand and ever so gently brushed his fingers over his forehead, while he murmured softly.

'Hi Hisoka...I guess I'm your dad.'

Well one question had been answered at least. He looked forward to seeing what his new 'Daddy' was made of. ✦❤︎✦

#fanfiction #fanfic #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #mha #mha crossover #hunter x hunter crossover #crossover fanfiction #hisoka morow #denki kaminari

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feisty-yordle · 8 months ago

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(The following is an excerpt from Temple Grandin's "THINKING IN PICTURES" and is only posted to this tumblog so it can be linked to an earlier post.)

When I wrote Thinking in Pictures I thought most people on the autism spectrum were visual thinkers like me. After talking to hundreds of families and individuals with autism or Asperger's, I have observed that there are actually different types of specialized brains. All people on the spectrum think in details, but there are three basic categories of specialized brains. Some individuals may be combinations of these categories.

Visual thinkers, like me, think in photographically specific images. There are degrees of specificity of visual thinking. I can test run a machine in my head with full motion. Interviews with nonautistic visual thinkers indicated that they can only visualize still images. These images may range in specificity from images of specific places to more vague conceptual images. Learning algebra was impossible and a foreign language was difficult. Highly specific visual thinkers should skip algebra and study more visual forms of math such as trigonometry or geometry. Children who are visual thinkers will often be good at drawing, other arts, and building things with building toys such as Lego's. Many children who are visual thinkers like maps, flags, and photographs. Visual thinkers are well suited to jobs in drafting, graphic design, training animals, auto mechanics, jewelry making, construction, and factory automation.

Music and math thinkers think in patterns. These people often excel at math, chess, and computer programming. Some of these individuals have explained to me that they see patterns and relationships between patterns and numbers instead of photographic images. As children they may play music by ear and be interested in music. Music and math minds often have careers in computer programming, chemistry, statistics, engineering, music, and physics. Written language is not required for pattern thinking. The pre-literate Incas used complex bundles of knotted cords to keep track of taxes, labor, and trading among a thousand people.

Verbal logic thinkers think in word details. They often love history, foreign languages, weather statistics, and stock market reports. As children they often have a vast knowledge of sports scores. They are not visual thinkers and they are often poor at drawing. Children with speech delays are more likely to become visual or music and math thinkers. Many of these individuals had no speech delays, and they became word specialists. These individuals have found successful careers in language translation, journalism, accounting, speech therapy, special education, library work, or financial analysis.

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edutinkerapp · 1 year ago

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Best Online school Apps for School Students: A Comprehensive Guide

Introduction:

In today's digital age, online learning has become an integral part of the education system. With the advent of technology, students now have access to a vast array of online school apps that offer interactive and engaging learning experiences. These apps not only supplement classroom teachings but also provide flexibility and convenience for students to learn at their own pace. In this blog post, we will explore the best online school apps available for school students, ensuring both SEO friendliness and human readability.

Khan Academy:

Khan Academy is a widely recognized online learning platform that offers a vast library of free educational content. The app covers a wide range of subjects, including math, science, history, and more. With its comprehensive video tutorials and practice exercises, Khan Academy provides a structured and self-paced learning experience for students of all ages.

Duolingo:

For students interested in learning a new language, Duolingo is the go-to online class app. With its gamified approach, Duolingo makes language learning fun and interactive. The app offers bite-sized lessons, vocabulary building exercises, and speaking practice to enhance language skills. Duolingo supports various languages, making it a valuable resource for language enthusiasts.

Quizlet:

Quizlet is an excellent tool for students looking to improve their memorization and study skills. This app allows users to create custom flashcards and study sets, which can be shared with classmates. Additionally, Quizlet offers interactive games and quizzes that help reinforce learning and test knowledge retention. Whether it's preparing for a test or learning new vocabulary, Quizlet is a versatile app for students.

Photomath:

Mathematics can be a challenging subject for many students. Photomath is an app designed to alleviate math-related struggles. By simply taking a photo of a math problem, Photomath provides step-by-step solutions and explanations. This app promotes independent learning and helps students understand complex mathematical concepts better.

TED-Ed:

TED-Ed is an educational platform that offers a collection of captivating video lessons delivered by expert educators. Covering various subjects, TED-Ed combines animation, storytelling, and visual effects to create engaging content. This app fosters critical thinking, curiosity, and creativity among students, making learning an exciting and thought-provoking experience.

Coursera:

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zenruption · 2 years ago

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Do Mathematics Competitions Drive Stronger Learning Outcomes?

In the world of education and learning, Mathematics Competitions may sound like just another one of those valuable things that you can throw at kids. Yes, it is helpful for them, but there's more to it than that. These help children develop higher cognitive skills and are a great way to develop their potential and bolster their self-confidence. Also, researchers have found that mathematics competition participants' scores on standardised tests at the end of high school improved by about 10%. By now, it must be pretty clear that maths competitions at the school definitely drive stronger learning outcomes for kids. This post will further elaborate on how maths competitions achieve this feat.

How Can Maths Competitions Drive Stronger Learning Outcomes?

Learning outcomes are the product of a student's learning experience. A student's learning outcome results from the student's interaction with their subjects. Learning outcomes can be 'the knowledge and skills acquired through a specific educational program, course or activity.'

The benefits of mathematics school competition are well-documented, but how do they contribute to students' learning outcomes? Mathematics competitions in schools are designed to test the students' understanding of key concepts and skills. These results can inform teachers about what their students know and what areas need further attention.

These can also act as motivational tools for students. Students who are engaged and practice maths regularly tend to perform better on tests than those who aren't. They also perform better in other subjects due to the increased confidence from participation and practice.

How Can A Child Prepare For Mathematics Competitions?

Competitions can be an excellent way to inspire a child to learn more about maths. These competitions aim to instil competitive spirit and goal-oriented thinking in students. It is challenging for children to develop an interest when they don't understand how mathematics works. This is why parents need to help their children understand how to succeed in mathematics competitions.

Many different methods can be used when preparing your child for it.

Here are some tips:

Encourage your child to read about maths and related topics as much as possible. In particular, encourage them to read books by famous mathematicians, such as Albert Einstein or Pythagoras. Reading these books will help your child learn more about mathematics in general, which will help them better understand the topics when competing in mathematics competitions later on.

Encourage your child's interest in maths early on through activities like building blocks or drawing pictures using shapes and numbers on paper (or computer). Fan the inquisition even further when your child becomes interested in any maths competition.

Finally, encourage your child to practise solving online assessments to get the hang of how competition works. These assessments can include questions about basic arithmetic and geometry and increasing problems from more complex exercises.

Final Thoughts:

Mathematics is utilised in everything from basic daily computations to accounting and budgeting to the intricate mathematics underlying the technology used in artificial intelligence and engineering. There is no better way to gauge a child's mathematics aptitude than through competitions. Mathematics is unquestionably essential to succeeding in school and fostering greater learning outcomes.

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sevarix-blogs · 2 years ago

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hi friend i am having thoughts about yuri

okok so in his ending with m!byleth in non-CF routes, it’s said that he and byleth live with unnatural longevity and their youth lasts the entire time. this makes sense for byleth, with him being part nabatean and merged with the goddess herself. but why would yuri have the same longevity, when it isn’t said that byleth gave his blood or anything like that?

well, i believe we can likely trace that back to his crest. the crest of aubin.

how would he have gotten this crest, exactly? and how would it have gone undetected, with all of fódlan but specifically the kingdom being as reliant on crests as it is? constance and balthus both came from noble backgrounds, and hapi both came from a remote, isolated, forgotten village and was experimented on by cornelia. but yuri was a street rat; no money to his name, no items to protect, just him and his mom in a humble, bordering desperate lifestyle.

well. i think i have an explanation for that.

yuri speaks of this elder during his supports with byleth. he says that this elder taught him to read and to write, and that he cured him of a plague that wiped out the majority of yuri’s village. that’s not something any old elder would be able to do, and it’s not something any old elder would be willing to do.

but keep in mind, aubin himself - of the four apostles - would have been able to read and write, as he worked directly under the archbishop. and aubin himself would have been able to heal, implied by the research done for the chalice of beginnings and the fact that many of those affiliated with the church do know faith magic.

now, this theory might be a bit outlandish, or maybe it’s one people have had before, but what if this elder was aubin? this would explain the longevity, because the elder would have been hundreds of old at that point.

idk. these are just my thoughts after a math test. i hope you enjoy them :>

you are correct friend! the Elder Yuri mentions is indeed Aubin. i know hopes isn't canon in houses but it is revealed in hopes in Yuri's support with Seteth that it was actually Aubin. Seteth has a moment where he's like 'aubin my dear friend... you saved that child's life' or something like that.

now, the confusing part is whether the apostles were full blooded nabateans or only like, partially nabatean. that's the part i'm still not sure about 🤔

#long post #excellent post math test thoughts #hope you did well too btw

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lokisadvocatee · 3 years ago

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Missing notes… what else?

A/n: this is my first time posting something here, I love writing especially about Loki so I really hope you enjoy it. also english is not my first language and I apologize if it’s bad.

Loki x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, professor!Loki, professor/student, dom!Loki unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, teasing, fingering, hand job, mention of masturbation, fluff

words count: 2.7k+

You joined your literature class a little bit later because your math teacher took extra time to explain you how your test was going to be structured and a wave of anxiety hit your stomach when you realised how many hours you spent thinking about your literature teacher instead of paying attention to what she was explaining.

It wasn’t easy paying attention when your thoughts were louder than your teacher’s voice. She was irritating and the best way for you to avoid that annoying sound that came out of her mouth, mixed with the gesturing of her hands in the air when she was explaining how numbers turned into letters and letters in numbers, was fantasising about Professor Laufeyson. Imagining how good he would lay you on his desk, bruise your neck so everyone in the school knew who you belonged to and then fucking the shit out of you right there. Just the thought of what you thought he was capable to do to you caused you to but you lower lip and close your legs as tight as you could. It was so pleasing imagining him on top of you, taking his clothes off of him as you were staring at his bare body over yours and tasting every inch of his body with both of your hands.

You needed to stop and focus. For this time at least. You always said this when you felt your slit dripping wet and felt the growing need to leave the classroom and touch yourself.

Fortunately professor Laufeyson wasn’t in class yet so you took your notes and read them one more time just to make sure you remembered everything correctly. You hated disappointing him, but you hated disappointing yourself even more, you hated the idea of failing something you liked that much. Professor Laufeyson, besides his handsomeness, was an excellent teacher, the way he talked about philosophers and poets was almost erotic and his accent wasn’t helping at all. You knew he loved his job and it was amazing seeing how everyone was shutting up when he was talking. There was dominance in his words and you loved it.

You fantasised a lot about him, and that was pretty obvious. You imagined thousand times how good he could’ve used that voice on you, how good he could’ve pleased you without even touching your skin. Everything was wrong, you were not supposed to think such things in school, especially about your teacher.

Since the beginning of the year you caught his eyes on you a few times but you immediately looked away when his eyes met yours. At some point it almost felt like a fight between you and him and you were unconsciously falling for those green eyes, you were almost craving for his body and it felt even worse every time you came back to reality and remember that he was your fucking teacher. Surely there was something in him that attracted you, something you didn’t know what it was but you weren’t scared to find out.

“Hi everyone” You were so focused on your own thoughts that you noticed that professor Laufeyson had joined your class and sat on his chair ready to present you today’s topic. You almost chocked when he looked directly at you before anyone else in the room.

He was wearing a white shirt that was perfectly fitting his chest, you could’ve count his muscles one by one from where you were sitting, even though he never stopped walking up and down the classroom and between the desks. Dirty thoughts filled your mind again, his trousers were tight and slim, they were well wrapped around his long legs and you gasped when his hand touched your paper and two of his fingers pointed on the right side of the book “as we were saying… we’re here darling” he whispered you as he walked away with his hands behind his back and his shirt tightening around his arms.

Fuck he caught you.

You blushed and bit your lower lip hoping he didn’t catch that too and stared at the page he pointed to with his long fingers.

The lesson ended and you were finally able to leave even though, whatever he explained today was needed for an essay he wanted done for the next week. How were you supposed to do it? You surely needed an extra lesson to take those notes again. You opted for YouTube but it was too obvious, you could’ve asked him to explain it again but how were you going to explain that you stared at him instead of listening to the lesson and taking notes?well… you simply couldn’t.

Everyone packed their stuff and left the classroom while you tried to write down some missing parts of your notes, but you mind was blurred by the way he walked towards you and pointed your book, you were amused about how he called you. That darling was echoing in your head like a melody. what else could’ve he called you? The imagine of his fingers scrolling down the page of your book was drinking you crazy.

Professor Laufeyson was staring at you, his eyes locked in every motion of your body, his fingers were tapping on the wooden desk and you swallowed hard, trying to avoid his eyes on you.

“Did you miss anything?” your pen stopped writing as your hand froze with the rest of your body. You stared at the paper in front of you and you were as terrified as exited to look at him.

“no- I’m just trying to finish some.. homework” you tried your best to make a good excuse to justify yourself but your babbling didn’t help at all, in fact it didn’t take him so long to understand how badly you were lying.

“you’re a bad liar, do you know that?” He laughed a bit standing up from his chair and walking towards you. Hands behind his back and the full view on his chest is what turned you on the most. His hair was framing his pale skin and exposed his cheekbones, his shirt was wrapping his body so delicately, and those tight trousers. You were about to lose it. Everything about him was turning you on. All the thoughts and dreams you had about him were now running into your head as your blood started flowing faster causing your heart to punch your lungs and hit your throat.

You tried to ignore his presence next to you as you kept writing down random words and forced your eyes to stare straight to your book and not at his trousers.

“Well I never used that word today” he smirked looking down at your paper. You said nothing but stopped your pen again, swallowing hard knowing how fucked you were now. In all senses.

“you were too focused on me to take your notes, am I right?” You swallowed again tightening your legs together. He noticed that, he noticed what effects he had over you, he noticed how desperate you were and he surely like that too.

“I should punish you for that…” he walked towards his desk and sat on his chair again. “And give you extra assignments” you immediately stood up in total embarrassment and desperation.

“No professor I’m so sorry for not taking them.. I was distracted I admit it but please don’t give me extra assignments” you almost cried looking at him.

“Come here” you shook your head in confusion and followed his hand pointing to his lap.

“You don’t want the extra assignments right? So come here” he ordered you.

You sat on his lap as he wanted to and his hands landed on your bare thighs while his fingers moved up to raise your skirt.

You held a moan back and bit your lower lip looking down where his hands were touching your skin.

“you’re always so…” he stared at every feature of your face, caressing your thighs while you were only imagining him on top of you and kissing all the day down and cumming all over your body.

“So?” You teased staring at his parted lips. God You were so close to kiss him but what if he pushed you away? Well after making you sit on his lap what was he planning to do? Telling you to go away or fuck you on his desk while the whole school was leaving? Perhaps he knew what you wanted and he wouldn’t let you go unsatisfied and unpleased.

“So quite” he moved his hand to your cheek and his thumb brushed your lips ready to devour you.

“Kiss me” You whispered him. You felt his pants tightening around his legs and his cock was already hitting your ass as you moved yourself closer to him. He kissed you softly, scared that you were going to stop even if his hands tightened on your waist and two of his finger were slowly sliding under your skirt. The kiss started getting more passionate as your tongues were dancing together and your hands were now on his thighs.

he took your panties off and you moaned into his mouth when his fingertips were pressing close to your slit.

“you’re so wet darling” he whispered when his lips moved to your neck and sucked it with such passion and desire and you imagined all the red and purple bruises he was leaving all over your soft skin.

“can you blame me?” You moaned and kissed him again moving your hands up to his chest and finally tasted the body you were staring at for so long.

He never let you neck go as he noticed how much you liked when his teeth were biting your skin. He was good that but you wanted more.

He slide two of his long fingers inside you as you gasped and tightened your grip on his shoulders.

“I’m gonna ruin your pants” You looked down and bit your lower lip imagining how good he would’ve looked with his pants wet of you.

“I want you to do so” he whispered and slide his fingers out of you before pushing them deep inside you again and hitting your highest spot already. You moaned out and let your head fall backwards enjoying his magic touch inside you.

“Oh Please fuck me please” you cried out when his fingers spread open and circled your slit so perfectly.

“Why are you begging me little one?” he held your back and fastened his fingering inside you, pushing you over the edge.

“I want- I want your cock inside me” you moaned when his free hand cupped your breasts underneath your shirt.

“you’re not ready for it darling” he teased you and tossed your shirt away kissing your neck again as you quickly moved your hands down to his pants and opened the leather belt around his waist.

“Such a needy slut, aren’t you?” He slide his fingers out of you and tasted them both as you moaned when you watched him tasting what you left of him and his pants as well. His cock was pushing against his pants and you couldn’t deny how desperate you were to have it inside you. Your slit was dripping wet again just at the thought of it.

You looked down at him and fully opened his pants as his hard cock hit your stomach and damn it, it was huge, bigger than what you expected.

“you truly believe you can take me?” He teased you again, making your need grow even more. You’re breathing started getting heavy when dirty thoughts filled your head and you moved your hands on his length.

You started rubbing his cock with both of your hands. His head fell backwards and his neck was now fully exposed for you to kiss it and taste it as he did with yours. His hands were working on your breasts and down to your waist as his moans and groans were echoing in your head.

“I want you inside me” you whispered and kissed his neck again.

He said nothing but enjoyed the way you were rubbing his length, fastening your hands every time you felt his breath getting heavy and his hands squeezing your breasts. He was close to cum all over you but he didn’t want to waste it in that way, not for now at least.

“Ride me” your eyes were now locked into his as you positioned yourself on his hard cock and he forced you to sit properly.

“Oh fuck” you moaned when his whole length was finally inside you and your eyes started getting watery. Your head fell backwards and you exposed your skin and let him marking your neck again.

“What is it pet?” his hands on your waist ready for you to ride him.

“It’s- it’s big” you gasped when you found the right position. You felt his smirk on your neck and you started riding him. Moving your waist up and down his, feeling his cock sliding in and out of you, hitting your highest spot and making you moaning his name out of you mouth.

“did you imagine it like this?” How did he knew you have imagined it? How did he know you’ve been having dirty dreams about him for months now. How he know it, you didn’t care, you just wanted to be fucked. That’s all you wanted and that’s all you needed.

“No. I ah I didn’t” you moaned again as he helped your movements oh his waist.

“was it better then?” He felt your walls clenching around his cock whenever he spoke to you.

“No, this is better” you were close to come. You couldn’t deny how much you were enjoying it, how much you were dying to be filled by your literature teacher and yes he was handsome, he was hot, he was attractive, he was everything you’ve ever imagined and he was even better than how you dreamed him. His kisses on your hot skin felt like little flames over your body, his lips on your skin were addicting, his cock was addicting and you didn’t want him to stop that beautiful rhythm inside you. He was kissing your lips again and you never stopped calling his name out and moaning whenever he hit your favorite spots.

“Wanna come princess?” he asked moving his fingers down your slit. You nodded and bit your lower lip again, harder this time and trying to hide all the pleasure he was giving you. “Words” he ordered moving one of his hands up to your belly before cupping your breasts and reaching to your throat.

“Yes, yes please let me come professor please” you cried out holding his shoulders so tight you were scared to hurt him.

“you’re desperate, look how tight you get when I talk to you pet” his voice was the only sound you wanted to hear for the rest of your life, the way you wanted him to touch you and own you was killing your mind. His hand was gently squeezing your throat making it hard to swallow and he was really driving you over the edge this time.

“Please” you moaned again speeding the rhythm and crying his name out again.

“Come for me princess, show me how you come around my cock” and you ride him even more taking control over him, kissing him and biting his lips when you both moaned to each other.

You milked him and tears started falling down you cheeks. It was painfully pleasing feeling his whole length filling your body so perfectly.

You were a moaning mess when you came and squeezed him inside you. You knew it wasn’t over, you wanted him to come too, you wanted him to fill you.

“Cum inside me please” you whispered and kissed his neck again seeing how much he enjoyed that. He moved your body up and down on his lap and speeded the rhythm until when you came again.

He came right after you and filled your body with his godly seed, letting you rest over him and letting his cum stay inside you even though some drops fell down your thighs.

“such a good girl for your teacher” he smirked and kissed your lips again.

He slide his length out of you and you almost fell from his lap before he held your waist.

He helped you getting dressed as you zipped his pants again.

“I might give you an A” he said brushing your hair away from your face and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “Oh, I almost forgot about that but damn.. an A?” you laughed.

“Yes, you’ve been so good for me and you deserve it pet”. He held your waist close to his body and looked straight into your eyes.

“well, I don’t think it’s fair” you smirked and played with the buttons of his shirt.

He already knew where you were going with your little head and your fantasies were not new to him.

“want me to help you out?” You smiled and kissed him thinking about what you’ve just did with him.

“Oh I’d be honored” you smirked and left the classroom well pleased and ready for round two.

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??

Okay, okay, I think I’ve talked about this in an ask before but I can’t find it 😭😭 but it’s okay, I love college aus, so I’ll talk about it again! Plus, now I’ve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go

Levi — neuroscience and psychology of human behavior

He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.

The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. He’s intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. He’s also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts aren’t too bad, either.

This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. He’s likely going to medical school, but that’s not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.

Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.

Be careful with him, because with a single glance he’s already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.

He thinks he’s so smart making comments like, “I see those synaptic connections aren’t working so well for you today,” like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after that🙄

Eren — general health sciences

He’s interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.

He does best when he’s doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldn’t care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that he’s not fond of (see: chemistry), but that’s to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if it’s microscopic.

He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him.

He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that you’re in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.

Armin — astronomy and physics

He’s still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, it’s unlikely he’d major in it during undergrad.

Space and ocean exploration aren’t all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Armin’s interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because there’s so much to know.

Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and he’s mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isn’t a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didn’t want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didn’t want any potential design of his to be weaponized.

He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so he’s got plenty of room to work with.

This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, “I don’t need to discover a new planet, you’re my whole world.” Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.

Mikasa — anthropology + minor in japanese language studies

Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so she’s able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.

She’s still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, she’ll have some experience with both.

Don’t know whether it’s confirmed that she’s (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?

Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.

She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if there’s an applicable program in the same country she’s going to, then she’d definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.

Hange — bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law

It’s almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible.

They’re nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesn’t surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane.

Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind.

They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they don’t find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes.

Hange has... little to no free time pls. They don’t mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work.

Jean — biochemistry + minor in art sustainability

He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thing—he liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.

What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainability—and the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.

Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, too—patients are people after all.

He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and he’s very passionate about them, so ask him about it 😌

The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; he’s proving they’re not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art.

Sasha — nursing

She’s friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.

She struggles a bit her first year when it’s mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.

Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isn’t everything; if you don’t know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, you’re not that great of a healthcare professional.

Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but she’s open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!

Of course, she’s pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so you’re guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.

Connie — computer engineering with a focus on game design

He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.

Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and aren’t just stuck looking at examples. That’s how he gets into game design.

The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields… well let’s just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year he’s found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.

His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of “work hard, party harder.” It’s only fair.

He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 He’d also… build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like “There are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3”

Porco — kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering

He’s pretty into athletics and working out, but didn’t wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.

He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out he’s pretty damn good at anatomy, too. He’ll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.

He’s also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesn’t care so much for the math part of it (he doesn’t care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then he’d do that. If not, he’d take a few workshop-like classes.

Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, he’s basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? He’s got a remedy and understanding of why it’s happening. Don’t let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (he’ll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).

Pieck — classics + minor in philosophy

Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.

Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.

However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so it’s a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.

Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.

Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. You’re always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieck’s head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each other’s company.

Bertholdt — computer science and coding

He’s level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesn’t pick a speciality with lots of design; but he’s good at streamlining and ideas to life.

The patience really comes in when his code doesn’t run. It’s frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.

He’s also good at fixing issues. That’s not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.

Also, he’d just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, he’s got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.

He’d make little codes/programs for you, too, even if it’s silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell he’ll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says “I love you” to you.

Reiner — english + minor in justice & political philosophy

Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the university’s rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, he’s an English major, and he loves it.

Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. It’s so precious.

He’s always running a bit late to class—either coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustion—but he’s so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they don’t give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.

Yeah he’s in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. They’re doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks can’t be sentimental.

He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.

Annie — clinical psychology/neuroscience

Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is… insanely intuitive to her it’s incredible. She’ll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesn’t end up working with patients directly.

She doesn’t care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum aren’t all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.

Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves it’s possible.

Ends up working in one of her professor’s labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isn’t her thing.

She doesn’t bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them she’ll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and it’s super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; there’s extra comfort in doing it with you around.

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demonicheadcanons · 4 years ago

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The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

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Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you’re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #fluff #breakdown mention #ask to tag #food mention #no beta reading as usual #time to queue #school

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years ago

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Hello Everyone! I've been conspiring with @sammy-jo1977 to create a new series of sorts. We want to explore all those characters that started us on our journey into Fandoms, large and small.

This series will be a place for those ladies and gents who haven't had a lot of attention recently, are old favorites or the ones you can't seem to shake. If you would like to contribute a chapter to this guide, please send me a message! We want to have a full and accurate guide, so we are hoping you'll hop in with your character of expertise!

As an example, I'm posting our first story... I'd love to get your thoughts! With Love - Your WordyNerdyGurl

In The Stacks - A Rupert Giles Story

Author’s Note: This story is due, in large part, to my beta-bestie @sammy-jo1977 and it is part of the afore mentioned series. This character might be off television, but his fiery spirit lives on!! As always, reblogs/ shares are encouraged as are comments and love!

Pairing: Female Reader x Giles (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series) Summary: You get up to mischief with the librarian, in the stacks. Warnings: SMUT ahead. General Buffy knowledge might help, but is not required. There’s a moment with a bit of blood, but hopefully nothing too triggering for anyone! I hope you enjoy!

“Mr. Giles?” “Just a moment!” You heard the clipped British voice answer before being drowned out by the heavy thumping of falling books and the rustling sound of shifting papers hitting the floor. As you stepped further into the Sunnydale High library, you weren’t surprised to see the familiar faces of Buffy, Willow, Xander and Cordelia huddled around a small table. The friends were practically inseparable and clearly close. You found their kinship adorable and couldn’t help smiling at the group as you drew closer. “Hello to some of my best students! And of course, to you Mr. Harris. How is everyone today?”

Willow, stalwart student and overachiever, smiled broadly, “Pretty good. I did ace my math quiz and got an A on my English paper… but, well, I only pulled a B on my Bio test and I just know that I could have done better.” Offering her friend a consoling pat to the shoulder, Buffy sighed, “It’s ok, Will. You’ll get those cells next time!” “Tune in next week as Willow passes her AP Biology test with flying colors, on ‘As Sunnydale Turns’!” Before anyone could counter, Giles came around the corner carrying a sturdy stack of texts which he dropped onto the table as gently as the large load allowed, “As always, you four are the best assistants a librarian could ask for.” “Come on Giles! You know I only hang out here for the beautiful ladies!” Pinching the bridge of his strong nose, Rupert Giles sighed, “I am well aware of where your interests lie, Xander.” “Please, he can hardly handle being with one beautiful girl.” That was from Cordelia who pouted prettily, her hand mirror open as she fixed her hair. “My girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen! Thanks for that, Cordy.” Snapping the case shut, staring down her beau, she smiled, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, Mr. Giles, if I may?” You hated to interrupt but you had come in with a purpose and you meant to see it through. “Yes, of course, how can I help?” Shuffling your feet, a bit nervous now with the asking, you smiled shyly, “I asked at the local library but they were absolutely no help. You see, I’m looking for a specific point of reference and I was led to believe that you could help me.” “Oh! Is it something for our Inner Vision collage boards? I love working on mine, only… It’s not my fault that I only see dark clouds and blood when I close my eyes.” “Well, Miss Summers, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the best art challenges us to see that beauty.” “I hate to tell you what I see when I close my eyes.” Xander retorted. “Ah, Mr. Harris, your collage certainly showcases your, ahem, cultured world view.” “Hey! The Simpsons are fine art, ok? Just because they don’t live in a museum doesn’t mean they aren’t culture.” Giles, unable to stand by any longer griped, “Xander, I am almost positive that cartoons do not count as culture.” You started to answer but Buffy cut you short, adding, “Don’t mind Giles. If it doesn’t come out of some dirty, dusty old book it can’t be culture.” “It’s pop culture! The entertainment of my generation!” It was your turn to cut in, turning to the tweed clad gentleman, “Actually, Mr. Giles, Xander has a point. Cartoons and animation in general are all increasingly seen as valid forms of art. No matter what your tomes might tell you.” Smirking a little, he appraised your answer before replying, “Be that as it may, Mr. Harris, the amount of television you consume is corrosive.” Raising his hands in defense, Xander’s head swiveled between the two of you as Willow chimed in, “Give it up, Xander. You know you’ll never win and besides, I’m pretty sure that animation and art are different. Wait. They are, aren’t they?” “When I was in Rome last summer, the very attractive, very Italian tour guide told us that they’ve found painted graffiti on the Coliseum. It only goes to prove that times change but people don’t.” “Cordy’s right! About the art, not the dishy Italian. And they didn’t paint it, they carved it.” Bouncing her blonde hair decisively, Buffy made her declaration. “Wouldn’t paint be easier? I mean, who wants to carry a chisel in order to deface a wall?” “Oh! Oh! I know this! The kind of paint needed to last for centuries hadn’t been invented yet!” Willow, lifting out of her seat in the excitement of academic excellence, was giddy. “Yes, Willow, that is correct. In fact, a lot of the graffiti is simple and very crude. Mostly of the phallus, if memory serves. I’m sure I can find a documented case in Agrippa if you’ll all just-” And you watched as everyone rolled their eyes as Giles trailed off, lost now in the hunt for a specific volume which could be sited, should further proof be needed. “Ew. Pass.” “I’m with Buffy here, Giles. Keep your Grecian graffiti out of my brain.” “I’ll stick with the Simpsons, thank you very much.” “Yes, well. It’s not Grecian at all, is it? It’s Roman-” Smiling broadly, Buffy hopped off the table, “Giles is right. The Greeks were more into orgies!” “Buffy!” Willow’s shocked response made you cover a laugh with a fake cough. “-Of course, cites are rare. Very difficult to find documentation.” Giles, typically, hadn’t given up the search. Cutting through the chatter, louder than it ever needed to be, the period bell sounded. "Ugh. Gym class for me. Why is this even a thing?" "I don't know Buffy, I thought you liked showing off in your little shorts and beating the boys at basketball." "Cordy, that's enough. And while us boys do love looking at you, Buff... we don't love the beatings you regularly deliver." "Well, I have a free period Giles! Do you want me to stay and -" Snapping shut the leather book he was gripping, Giles caught your eye and turned to the peppy student, "Uh, no Willow, I don't think so. I believe I need to see what our Art Department is in need of at the moment." With a shrug, Willow began packing up her belongings as Xander slung his back back over his shoulder, "Will, you can come with me. I'm going to find a nice little corner, under a tree, and sleep away my study hall." “But, I… I could help find the Agrippa? Or… some other old Roman book?” Xander wrapped an arm around Willow and took Cordelia’s open hand, “But why do that when nothing calls?” "Another fine example of your scholastic aptitude, Mr. Harris", was your parting shot at the foursome as they walked out the door. "Well. Mr. Giles, now that we’re alone… Could I talk you into helping me out?" “Of course, of course.” Pushing his glasses further up his nose, fixing his light eyes on yours, “What are we looking for?” Sighing deeply, knowing the chances were slim, “I was hoping we would find some examples of Pre-Columbian deity carvings.” Pausing, his look serious, Giles peered at you, “Interesting. Anything in particular?” “Yes, actually.” Again you flushed, more than a little flustered at what you were really looking for, “I’m researching fertility icons.” Raising his eyebrows, Giles started, more than a little outside of his comfort zone, but you had to give him credit. He recovered from the shock rather quickly, “Oh… I… I see. Well yes, I’m sure we can find… something. If you’ll follow me, please.” “I’m right behind you.” Biting into your bottom lip, you smiled to yourself. Right behind Mr. Giles? What a place to be. Giles led the young art teacher through the deepest stacks of the library, pausing once or twice to confirm that she was keeping up with him. He was ashamed to admit that he had lost travelers a time or two as he stalked through his overstuffed shelves, knowing instinctively where to find the book he needed most. For her, watching the tweed covered bottom of Mr. Giles was no hardship. True, he was older and tad bit reserved in the best British way, yet she had the sneaking suspicion that underneath all the wool and starched cotton was the heart of a wild man poet. "Uh... just a bit further, I'm afraid. Books like this, well, I keep them at a greater remove." "It makes sense. Don't want the kiddos getting a hold of anything too tantalizing." "Of course not. As you well know, they don't need much help in the libidinous response department." You chuckled softly, nodding as the air around you grew stuffier, "Too true! You should see what some of them turn in and call art. It would make a blind man blush." And at the mention of blushing, you were shocked to see a rosy hue grow on Mr. Giles' cheeks. You liked it. It reminded you of the high color in a Vermeer painting. You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly at the thought, "Mr. Giles, have you ever seen a South American fertility statue?" "I can't say that I have... have... have you?" Something about the idea of you examining an ancient artifact directly connected to sexual congress made his body stir. "Hmm... Oh, yes. I was able to study in Mexico for a semester. Some of the art work is just incredible and the carvings, they're truly magnificent. Carefully made. Usually stone or..." swallowing hard, your throat suddenly dry, "hard wood." Breaking fast at the implication in your words, Giles froze in place which caused you to press directly against his broad, vest covered back. You had a second to register the soft scent of his aftershave; something spicy and masculine, which made your mouth water. Moaning quietly, you offered a weak apology, “Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Giles.” Offering you his profile, the bookcases too cramped for him to turn around fully, you saw his sweet smile, “That’s… that’s quite alright. In fact, we’re here.” Stepping out of the way, you pushed back against the opposite wall, the shelves digging into your spine in the confined space. Giles bent over, giving you a great view of his backside, as he extracted a slim book from the bottommost ledge. When he stood up, directly in front of you, the narrow, book covered alcove caused him to stumble. Giles’ chest collided with your own, forcing the air out of your lungs. Instinctively, you lifted a leg, curling it over the swell of one trousered hip and lifting the hem of your knee length plaid kilt. Nose to nose in a compromising position, you exhaled a shaky breath as Mr. Giles inhaled, “Close quarters around here.” Shifting under his deceptively hard figure, it was difficult to ignore all the places that were firm to the touch, especially when you could feel so much through the thin barrier of your cotton panties. Bracing one arm on the obliging shelf biting into your shoulder, Giles pushed back a bit, lifting his weight off of you without making any other attempts to move away. He was so close now. Close enough to feel your fuzzy sweater and all the soft skin that trembled beneath it. Close enough to see the pound of your pulse in your throat. Close enough that when you licked over your bottom lip Giles could almost taste it too. And why shouldn’t he? “Giles?” Your voice was whisper soft, fanning hotly over the face of your colleague. “Uh… yes?” “I’m stuck.” Blinking behind his thick lenses, it took the normally quick witted Brit a second to process your words, “You’re stuck?” Nodding slowly, your hair curling over your cheek, “My… My skirt. It’s… uh, caught. Caught on something behind me.” “Good heavens! I’m so sorry, let me help you.” Slowly, Giles lowered your bare leg to the floor, his hand lingering for a second longer than absolutely necessary. He was still in your space. Still incredibly close to you. You arched away from the bookcase in an attempt to free yourself with a groan that sounded heady in the stuffy stacks. All you managed to do was force your sweater covered décolletage into Giles’ chest. Stammering, a wave of sweat breaking over his brow, “Allow me?” The way your skirt was caught pulled the bright plaid lower on your waist than you would normally consider decent. It meant that you had a fleshy strip of skin exposed along your tummy and Giles raised his eyebrows by means of asking permission to touch you. “Yea, yes. Please!” Tentatively, gently, you felt the strong fingers of Rupert Giles circle your waist and shivered at the unfamiliar familiarity of his touch. Your chin rested on his shoulder as he worked and you couldn’t help sighing when he opened his hands and pulled you closer. Under other circumstances you might have misunderstood the embrace but you were both professionals. Not that you hadn’t considered the handsome book guardian a time or two before. “I… I think we’re almost there. If you’ll just, maybe to the right?” “Um, sure.” Following his directions you twisted in his arms, trying hard not to tear your outfit or rub against Giles. All the close contact and talk of fertility gods had you feeling a little aroused and it wouldn’t do for your colleague to learn that fact. With a triumphant grunt, Giles set you free, only for gravity to kick back in. The momentum created by your falling took the gentleman and the entire Grollier’s Gothic Almanac collection with you. A cascade of papers, scrolls and dust rained down on you both. Coughing, aware that you were laying on something softer than the floor, you struggled into a sitting position, swatting away clouds of disintegrated pages, “Rupert? Are you alright?” From beneath you a rumbling grumble that sounded like, “Yes quite… you?” was heard. It was then that you realized exactly where you were. Straddling your friendly neighborhood librarian, surrounded by debris, but safe, all the same. “Oh my! I’m so-” “No, No. Please, don’t apologize. I’ve been meaning to reorganize this section and well, now it seems I’ve got no choice.” “You’ve got a bump. Right here…” Just over his right eye a small bruised egg, the color of lilacs, was starting to rise and you gingerly touched the swelling spot. “Then it will match the one on the back of my head perfectly.” “Poor Giles! All of this injury in the name of research!” “No one ever tells you the dangers one might encounter in the library.” His dry British wit sent you both into giggles and suddenly nothing could be funnier than the moment you were in with Mr. Giles. Looking up at you, his fingertip traced over your cheek, suddenly serious, “I’m not the only one with a war wound, it appears.” “Oh?” Your hand covered his as you realized that you had a small cut, bleeding just a little, over the apple of your jaw. Smoothing his thumb over your injury, Giles soothed you, saying, “Hush now, I think you’ll live.” And you watched as Giles sucked the drop of scarlet from the pad there, his green eyes on yours, daring you. Something about it was so… sinful. So dark. So alluring. Then his lips were on yours, suddenly and savagely. Hands, firm and capable, slid under the fluff of your sweater along your spine as you tangled your own in his dark hair. Giles, drawing you near, was satisfied only when you were splayed over him, writhing between the piles of text and stacks of piled paperbacks, as his tongue plundered your mouth. Trapped by his bent knees at your bottom, Giles helped center you over the firmness of his excitement, teasing you as you moaned, “Oh, oh Rupert!” “Call me Ripper.” Before the word had left your throat, Giles was sloppily kissing over your neck, sucking lightly on the skin revealed by the v-neck of your top. Sitting up quickly, you lifted the soft sweater over your head, tossing it away from you without concern. Like one of the teenagers you might chastise, you then hugged your lover tight, gasping when you felt the nip of teeth over your bra. “Giles… Uh, Ripper! Please, go easy?” With a hard grip on your upper thigh and one hand on the back of your neck, Giles held you still, smirking, “If you wanted easy you shouldn’t have come looking for fertility icons, my dear little art teacher. And if this particular article of clothing-” He paused long enough to pinch at your hardening nipple before continuing, “-is dear to you, take it off.” Clenching your abdominals at his crass language, more turned on that you could remember, you reached behind you. Unhooking the pretty scrap of lace and satin, you shyly covered yourself, biting into your bottom lip, “Fine… Ripper. Should I be worried for my virtue?” “Absolutely.” Without waiting for permission, Giles pulled your arms away, exposing your bare body to his blazing gaze, “You have nothing to hide, you know? You are-” “Just shut up and kiss me, Ripper.” And he did. Grinding your hips into his, it was impossible to ignore his hardening manhood, even through the fabric of his pressed trousers. Giles cupped your bottom, under your skirt but over your panties, bouncing you in place as if he was already inside of you. For your part, you tried to unbutton his pin striped shirt, but the force of his kisses was proving too distracting. “Oh, dear! Poor thing been kissed senseless?” He was teasing and cruel, but in the sexiest possible way. Red cheeked and huffing, you nodded, “Yes… let me touch you!” “Tsk… you didn’t say ‘please’.” “Please! Please, Ripper! Oh god, please let me!” Unseating you slightly, Giles leaned up on his elbows, cocking his head to one side as he took in the mess he had made of you, “Go ahead then. Unzip my pants.” “What?” Removing his glasses, eyeing you darkly, “You heard me, I think.” Swallowing hard, your hands shaking with excitement, you reached for Giles’ belt. Watching him, and only him, you slowly slide the leather from it’s buckle. When you popped the button of his pants and let your hand drag over his hardened length, Rupert groaned and tossed his head back, “Yes. Keep going.” Slowly, agonizingly so, you lowered the zipper as you were ordered to do, “What now, Ripper?” “Take me out. I want you to feel what you do to me.” “I can do that.” You played it cool, but the saucy words being said in that clipped British baritone did things to you. They made your thighs tighten, your belly flutter and your breath catch. Trailing a hand over Giles' barely exposed hip, you moved closer to the prize, your prize, as it pulsed with need. Wrapping your hand around the meaty girth of Rupert's member, you couldn't help stroking the silky hot skin, so vital in your palm. That it caused the man beneath you to moan your name only added fuel to the fire of your desire. Slick and sorely wanting, you licked your lips, ready to savor the flavor of your book stacking beau but he stopped you, saying, "Last chance to run back to the studio." "No way… Ripper." And you felt a rough jerk as your panties were removed by force, the air cool on your overheated core. Another kiss, full of needful things, distracted you as Giles parted your lower lips with his nimble fingers. Pumping into you, once, twice, just to ensure that you were ready, Rupert swiftly stretched your center. With your small hand guiding his shaft, you lowered yourself onto the engorged tower of his power, crying out a ragged, "Oh God!" You thought you were capable of handling any man, but the delicious spread Giles' fine form forced you to endure was more than you expected. Clutching at his bunched up sweater vest, your back arched tautly as Rupert dragged your hips down onto his unrelenting hardness over and over. In your head, a rhythmic, tribal tattoo that made you think of ancient fires and curved statues took hold and you rose and fell against Giles on the beats vibrating through your brain. He sensed it too, alternating his stroke, slowing down and speeding up in time with the thrumming pulse only the pair of you could hear. "I want you to cum for me. Do you understand? Tell me you understand." "Yes! Yes! I'm so close, Ripper! So close!" "Good. That's very good." Tingling now, your muscles tensed, ready for the release Rupert would provide. You flung yourself onto his swollen sex without thought or reason, merely searching for the pleasure he had promised. His thumb, so thick, so clever, pressed against your sensitive clit and your world imploded. Rupert felt it. The moment your body and his melded together was forceful. It tore his pleasure from his loins in grunting gasps as he experienced your ecstacy at his hands. Limp and listless, you draped your half nude body over his, dazed and drained. Who knew screwing the librarian would feel this good? In your post coital haze you started to laugh. Giles, his hands roaming over the sweat soaked skin of your back, heard your chuckles and joined in. It was another release, of sorts, and you found it almost as intimate as the act you had just committed. Folding your hands under your chin, flashing Rupert a wide smile, "Ripper, huh?" Sliding his glasses back into place and carding a hand through his hair, Giles grinned, "Oh, uh… yes. Ripper. My nickname in London." Toying with the collar of his shirt, "I'd love to hear about London sometime… Ripper." At the sound of that name in your voice, Rupert flexed inside of you, "Call me that again and you'll miss last period." Gasping against him, nodding weakly, "Hmm… promise?" That made him smile broadly as he handed you back your sweater, "We can't have a repeat of last week, can we?" "It wasn’t my fault you didn't hear the bell ring, Mr. Giles!" Sitting up, you fastened your bra and shrugged into your sweater before asking, "Did you have to destroy my undies?" "I'm afraid I did. Although I told you to remove anything dear, didn't I?" "What am I gonna do for the next hour, Giles?" Pushing his glasses up, "I would advise you not to bend over." Swatting at him playfully, you used one of the sturdier shelves to stand, adjusting your skirt and fluffing your hair. Looking around at the absolute mess created by falling books, embarrassed, you asked, "Can I help clean this up?" "No, I don't think that'll be necessary. After all, Willow will be in-" "Along with Buffy and Xander and Cordelia. Got it." Standing himself, Giles chuckled as he fastened his trousers and set himself to rights, "Precisely. Now-" he bent over to retrieve a slim volume, "- The book you asked about. Fertility iconography in Meso-American subcultures." "Thanks. Ya know, I always enjoy coming to the library. I'm surprised more people don't." Walking with you, his hand on your lower back, nuzzling into your neck, "I enjoy you cumming in the library." It was on the tip of your tongue to say something fresh when the overly loud bell clanged. Lifting up on tiptoes you pressed a kiss to the goose egg over Giles' eye, saying, "I hope that makes it feel better!" Snagging you into a tight hug, Giles stared into your eyes before kissing you deeply, "That. That makes it feel better." And then the library door swung wide on the four students who called the library a second home, "Um… are my eyes deceiving me or is Giles sporting a black eye? I was only gone for an hour, big guy, what happened?" "If you must know, Xander, a shelf collapsed in the back. We were fortunate enough not to be badly hurt but, there were some bumps and bruises." "A shelf! Oh no… which one?!" Giles turned to Willow solemnly, "I'm afraid all the Grollier’s… and most of Crentist." "On it. Come on Xander. You can help me sort!" "Aw, gee. That sounds like fun." As the pair trotted off, you turned to Giles, whispering low, "Dinner? My place? You can tell me about London, your childhood and why you love tweed." Eyeing Buffy, who was distracted and a distraught, Giles answered, "Tonight? Um…" "He'd love to! Say 9 o'clock? And, he'll bring the wine."

Spinning on your heel, surprised that Buffy was your champion, you grinned, "Great! Awesome! I will see you then."

As you left you heard the bubbly blonde doling out instructions, "No Giles. You can't wear that outfit to dinner! You need to look nice. Nicer than you do now. Also, why is there so much dust in your hair?" If Giles answered you didn’t hear it over your big yawn. You had a lot to do between now and 9 o’clock. Rupert Giles was coming over for dinner and you could hardly wait.

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