#if anyone could get an education

[flightyquinn]

[our-transmasculine-experience]

https://www.tumblr.com/our-transmasculine-experience/741376732629712896/hey-im-so-glad-your-asks-are-open-again-i-was?source=share

"... yes, i know that not every trans person has dysphoria..."

someone cant be trans without feeling socially, emotionally or physically dysphoric before???

yup! if someone identifies as trans without ever having felt dysphoric then to me, they are trans. i’m not the gender police 🤷‍♂️

[ladyimaginarium]

btw as a cult survivor i've& been meaning to say this for a hot minute but: if you have friends even if it's just one and/or are in a group whether it's political or religious or literally just a seemingly mundane group and/or see an ideology that's completely black and white, completely good vs. evil, with no nuances allowed, us vs. them mentality (insiders vs outsiders), you're not allowed to question Anything, you're not allowed to ask any questions that might challenge the narrative, if they tell you there's only one "right way to live", if your group of "friends" are stalking you & telling you who & who not to associate with, if they only encourage "pure", "good" and/or "proper" thoughts with no room for forgiveness or else the friendship is over or you're shunned from the group (especially if there's a "main" friend or a leader in the group), if you give quite a bit of time energy & money to the group, your life is highly regulated by the group, if former members are ostracized or seen as "traitors", if they cut you off from other friends & family, if someone makes you constantly feel like problems are always your fault, if the group lovebombs you & make you feel like the most special person or you're doing something "for the greater good" & gas you up way too quickly in the sense of being too good to be true, if a group is dehumanizing another group they disagree with or don't like, instill dependency on them & obedience, discourage you to find your own answers or if someone implies that they'll report anything you say or do that doesn't line up with their ideology, & ESPECIALLY if they ever g-d forbid threaten to doxx, harass or hurt you or other people, i'm not even joking, you need to Get The Fuck Out.

[monster-kind]

also… tiny little tidbit here but…

if you believe anything you’re told about something or someone without asking yourself or finding a source, or at least trying to find some sort of proof…

please please try to educate yourself before you get yourself or someone hurt… that naivety can be incredibly dangerous and is often used against you.

please be safe with what you believe others say on the internet, and please take care of yourself.

[kizzington]

Not aiming this at anyone specifically, but I’m genuinely so disappointed & annoyed at the fact no one in my real life circles bothered to reach out to me to check up on me regarding the recent Liam Payne/One Direction news.

[starwarmth]

We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella’s arm drawn through her own, and still clutched Estella’s hand in hers, when Estella gradually began to detach herself. She had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.

“What!” said Miss Havisham, flashing her eyes upon her, “are you tired of me?”

“Only a little tired of myself,” replied Estella, disengaging her arm, and moving to the great chimney-piece, where she stood looking down at the fire.

“Speak the truth, you ingrate!” cried Miss Havisham, passionately striking her stick upon the floor; “you are tired of me.”

Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire. Her graceful figure and her beautiful face expressed a self-possessed indifference to the wild heat of the other, that was almost cruel.

“You stock and stone!” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “You cold, cold heart!”

“What?” said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimney-piece and only moving her eyes; “do you reproach me for being cold? You?”

“Are you not?” was the fierce retort.

“You should know,” said Estella. “I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.”

“O, look at her, look at her!” cried Miss Havisham, bitterly; “Look at her, so hard and thankless, on the hearth where she was reared! Where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where I have lavished years of tenderness upon her!”

“At least I was no party to the compact,” said Estella, “for if I could walk and speak, when it was made, it was as much as I could do. But what would you have? You have been very good to me, and I owe everything to you. What would you have?”

“Love,” replied the other.

“You have it.”

“I have not,” said Miss Havisham.

“Mother by adoption,” retorted Estella, never departing from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her voice as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tenderness, “Mother by adoption, I have said that I owe everything to you. All I possess is freely yours. All that you have given me, is at your command to have again. Beyond that, I have nothing. And if you ask me to give you what you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do impossibilities.”

“Did I never give her love!” cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me. “Did I never give her a burning love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me mad, let her call me mad!”

“Why should I call you mad,” returned Estella, “I, of all people? Does any one live, who knows what set purposes you have, half as well as I do? Does any one live, who knows what a steady memory you have, half as well as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!”

“Soon forgotten!” moaned Miss Havisham. “Times soon forgotten!”

“No, not forgotten,” retorted Estella. “Not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found me false to your teaching? When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me giving admission here,” she touched her bosom with her hand, “to anything that you excluded? Be just to me.”

“So proud, so proud!” moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her grey hair with both her hands.

“Who taught me to be proud?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

“So hard, so hard!” moaned Miss Havisham, with her former action.

“Who taught me to be hard?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

“But to be proud and hard to me!” Miss Havisham quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. “Estella, Estella, Estella, to be proud and hard to me!”

Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the moment was past, she looked down at the fire again.

“I cannot think,” said Estella, raising her eyes after a silence “why you should be so unreasonable when I come to see you after a separation. I have never forgotten your wrongs and their causes. I have never been unfaithful to you or your schooling. I have never shown any weakness that I can charge myself with.”

“Would it be weakness to return my love?” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “But yes, yes, she would call it so!”

“I begin to think,” said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, “that I almost understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which she had never once seen your face—if you had done that, and then, for a purpose had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but gave no answer.

“Or,” said Estella, ”—which is a nearer case—if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her;—if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer.

“So,” said Estella, “I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”

Great Expectations, ch. 38

[mylifeiscomics]

Part 2 - College AU

Rose is starting to get into the lectures in a way she didn’t expect.

[anachilles]

[📚🏈]

oh i know teacher!au!bucky loves the fuck outta tim walz and his vibes.

as an educator, as someone who's voted democrat ever since becoming politically engaged despite his home state being largely rural and mostly leaning republican, as a fellow football coach, as a gay man who was once an athletic gay teenager who felt adrift in school and needed guidance + acceptance...

like they're based in illinois now, but he'd maybe drag gale for a weekend trip up home to manitowoc if there's news of a walz rally in wisconsin, as a battleground state.

[starbuck]

with respect to myself, this whole “i need to wait till i’m out of school to date,” “i need to wait till i’m more historically, politically, and culturally educated to date” is all bullshit. it’s the top surgery. that’s the holdup. they chop these tits off and i’m ready to go.

[ocpdzim]

what you’ve got to understand about working conditions in education (and also other care-oriented careers) is that if they’re shit, two things are true at once:

that does not ever excuse being cruel to a kid, no matter what

until those conditions are fixed, education will continue to suck absolute shit

this is because when working conditions for teachers are really bad, many of the good teachers who recognize when they are reaching a point where they can no longer be the sort of teacher the kids deserve due to burnout WILL quit. they will do the responsible thing and go away for their own sake and the sake of the kids. and you end up stuck w a combination of new teachers who are trying their best but won’t last long, burnt out teachers who are trying their best but have nothing left to give and therefore aren’t very effective at actually teaching, and cockroach shitheads who take out their misery on the kids.

we have all had terrible experiences with bad teachers, many of them flat out traumatic, but for fuck’s sake please try to look at the systemic underpinnings of the problem for one minute. spitefully declaring that teachers don’t deserve good working conditions or even the right to complain about bad working conditions because ms. whoever in 5th grade was a bitch is only going to create more of her. if you want good teachers then we need an education system they can survive in

[astral-catastrophe]

me and the generic extra strong Tylenol and the pure rage in my system

[alltimefail]

"gender envy" you're pushing 30. Just say he's hot

I'm assuming these are from the same person, so I'm just grouping them together. I was going to ignore these asks, but this is harmful and I'm going to unpack it briefly.

People who are 27 or, as you put it, "Pushing 30" can experience gender envy. There's no age requirement or cut-off for that.

Jayden Revri is not the only man I feel this way about, nor is he the first man I've felt this way about. I've felt "Gender envy" numerous times over the years, as young as 7 or 8 years old (maybe younger, but I can't recall specific instances before 7). Trust me, I was teased RELENTLESSLY for this sensation that I thought everyone felt, and I was chastised by "Well-meaning" adults who wanted me to be prettier, more feminine, more in line with the male gaze (and for many years, I listened even when it made me feel itchy and awful all over). All that to say - it's not your business what my relationship to my gender and sexuality is, but just to be abundantly fucking clear when I say Jayden gives me gender envy, I mean exactly that. I don't mean he's "hot." (He is handsome, of course he is - the whole fucking cast is gorgeous but that's not the point. If it was just that, I would say that! You'd have to be damn crazy to look at Jayden and think he's unattractive, but it isn't his "attractiveness" that causes me to feel gender envy. It's hard to explain if you don't experience it!!! But I'm very annoyed at you right now, anon!)

I find John Krasinski, Rahul Kohli, and Winston Duke hot, but I don't envy their physical appearance, wishing I could just wake up and look like them tomorrow, feeling like I'd be happier if I did - I just think they're hot, straight-up kissable and all that. I understand the difference. Do you know what I'm trying to say here? Do you get it?

All that to say, good god PLEASE do not say this shit to other people. You don't know who is on the other side of these kinds of asks, you don't know their experiences or the unsafe, heteronormative, harmful situations they may have specifically been subjected to throughout their life. Unpack your own biases and bullshit before you hurt someone who actually cares what you have to say.

Oh, and fuck you. You sent this on anon, big bad authority on gender. At least say it with your whole chest on main.

[obstinatecondolement]

I was watching a YouTube video about making zines and the person ended it with a call to action to be informed about Palestine and was like "And what better way than by reading zines???" There are. Um. Better ways...

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

it would feel so nice to work towards a career that has meaningful impact and makes millions of people happy

[actual-changeling]

I think it is important to remember that while Ellie does not know many movies, songs, or other cultural aspects that existed before the outbreak, she is overall an incredibly smart and well-read person! She knows her science!

Yes, she will probably have no idea who Queen is but she isn't stupid. There is at *least* a high school level collection of knowledge in her head, probably more in some areas she is especially interested in.

Writing her as not knowing basic bodily functions or absolutely elementary science level info is not only inaccurate but also incredibly infantilizing, and the latter is already an existing problem based on ableist stereotypes that I have no interest in seeing exacerbated by people not putting more thought into their headcanons/writing. If people are interested or curious I can make a whole post on the age regression aspects of her cptsd and how to handle it responsibly and with grace, but tl;dr if you do not know how to write it without making real people who go through it feel like shit, don't do it.

You can do with the character as you want but as soon as you publicly share those headcanons you have a responsibility to not spread harmful misinformation or be offensive in any way.

[whoatemyshoe]

"just google it" "do your own homework" "google is free" "find it yourself the information is out there"

but they are. they are asking people who have that information, for the information. they are doing their homework by reaching out and asking people questions. just because it's not typed on a search bar, doesn't mean it's any less of putting an effort to finding things out.

like i'm sorry people in the past refused/ridiculed you when you asked them for help. doesn't mean you have to be like them tho. why is learning through human interaction rejected in favour of isolated learning?