#like actually amazing

[youngpeachenthusiast]

first ever university exam and i feel like it warrants a storytime because it's the best showcase of accessibility i've ever encountered in my whole life. for a little heartwarming story read under the cut, i guess?

when i finally got my adhd diagnosis my high school teachers pushed me to ask for as little accommodation as possible because i already was doing mostly well and they didn't deem it necessary, and to be honest i hadn't quite realized how much of a difference it would make to receive proper support.

a few months ago i found out through a friend that with my adhd certification i am eligible for class/exam accommodations (exciting!) and that it was an easy process to make a request and so i thought "hey what the hell, let's give it a try" and just asked for my regular ear plugs and 30% more time on exams, because i'm always scrambling at the last minute trying to put my answers into order and that always always always affects my results negatively. and guys. guys. oh my god. those additional few minutes felt actually life changing oh my god. i actually had time to collect my thoughts and write them down in a way that didn't feel incredibly rushed and messy!!!

but besides the incredible realizations that accommodations are put in place for a reason (crazy right?), let's talk about how my professors dealt with my request.

before we get into that, i feel like i should note that the professors of this specific class were the only one who had translated the exam into spanish for the erasmus students to allow them to express themselves in the best way possible, despite them not knowing spanish (which i imagine makes correction a bit harder).

but now, onto my exam: first of all, they allotted a few more minutes than the required 30% addition for me to do my work. just like, out of their own volition.

when they let us in the classroom, one of my profs came next to me, guided me through accessing the online platform for the exam, and let me know that i could start before my classmates so i wouldn't have to stay that much longer than them and could still go home at a decent time (and i got home at 9pm because... commuting... so those few minutes really did make a difference).

when i finished the exam i was the only person left in the classroom and he took the time to ask if everything was alright, if the exam was properly fit to my needs, if i had any doubts about the questions and he let me know that if i needed or wanted to retake it i could just send him an email and we could even arrange for the exam to be oral, if that was going to be better for me.

i had time to take my exam, i felt like they actually wanted to make sure i was fully included and in the position to succeed in the class, no questions asked at all except for "is there any way we can make this even more inclusive for you?"

and this doesn't have as much to do with the accessibility, but because i was the last one in class my prof told me that if i just waited a minute he'd correct the exam right away and he did! he pointed out the question i answered wrong and explained what the right answer was and why, he took the time to read out the answer to the final open ended questions and (to my shock) he told me what my grade would be right away! (which by the way i scored the highest 😎)

i was just kind of standing there babbling nonsense because i was so startled by the amount of care put into making sure my exam was as good an experience as my classmates' (and also being told i scored a 30 on the spot felt absolutely unreal).

even when i was leaving the classroom my profs kept reminding me that if i ever need anything they're there to help and i was just awestruck. so uh. yeah. i'm sure this is probably as good as it gets and definitely not all profs will be so eager to accommodate but oh my god... actually being listened to and having my needs accounted for is amazing. i could cry. major props for my pedagogy and childrens' rights profs for actually putting each and every one of us in the position to succeed in their class without having to work 10x as harder than our peers😭😭

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Pomni and Gummigoo reunite in TADC!

[egophiliac]

looking at next month's schedule and between the end of 7-12 and the wishing lantern event it's like

February is officially RIDDLE MONTH, brace yourselves to be absolutely blasted into ashes everybody

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[hootyhoowoo]

Craning just a little, Shen Qingqiu looked past the lord’s shoulder.

Luo Binghe stared down one of the most powerful cultivators in the human world, and scoffed. His lips twisted into a smile that was anything but happy. Shen Qingqiu’s heart stuttered - though maturity had given his former apprentice’s features grace and refinement, they were of course still familiar to him. But he hadn’t ever seen such an expression on them before. It was the kind of look that taunted the person across from it, as if to say ‘come pick a fight with me - I’ll enjoy watching you lose’.

The bolt of heat it shot right through him was entirely inappropriate, and he immediately decided to pretend that it never happened.

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‘I Wish You Were My Husband’ -by Feynite Chapter 4

[vebokki]

shen yuan's weekly "binghe YOU HAVE watch this anime i can't let you walk around being so uncultured"

[mattmonss]

Yaaaaaaaaaaawnnn

[crowned-clown-rising]

My favorite animal is people who thought destiel was a made up ship that was born out of fans stretching canon too much and overall exaggerating then watch the show and realize... that from the very beginning that shit is gay

[umblrspectrum]

i hate perspective. happy new years also

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Monty and TADC Gummigoo are so alike!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[tealgoat]

A gangle dressed as siffrin that I apparently never posted

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[circus-rook]

What if I cried?