#like in my life in a meaningful way I mean. I have classmates who are fluent and speak spanish to each other. but like. i'm not

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hello, Quill! I have come back in a personal way to say hello and to try and catch up a bit.

How are you? I know you took a 3 hour test in Spanish. What was it for? Did you do well?

I hope that you know that I also enjoy Sotam, and that I believe there is a criminal lack of content for them. In fact, I might write a fanfic myself about them.

In other news, I have made a fun comparison between my gender and a platypus. It’s not a dragon, but I think it is funny.

Hope you are doing well, ⚙️

Hello to you, too! I promise I'm not ignoring your other asks, all my asks got but on the back burner while I did irl things. but I hope you're doing well, too!

I am. existing. I've just got multiple atypical things this week that all happened to be really close together, and I'll get through it but it's certainly going to be something. One of those things was that 3 hour Spanish test yesterday (it was apparently only supposed to be 2 hours max, but I had some tech issues and also am not fluent and also haven't taken a spanish class in over a year so. I was a little slow). It was a biliteracy test, to see if my language proficiency is enough to give me a bilingual seal on my diploma. No clue what the scoring is or how I did, so I guess we'll find out at some unspecified point in the future!

But you're right, there is a criminal lack of all forms of sotam--I may be biased because Tam is my favorite character, but he and Sophie together are such a fun dynamic! In any regard! I love writing them and hope to do more at some point (though I promise i haven't forgotten all the dialogue prompts!). If you write a fanfic about them, I'd love to read it! Though if you posted it and let me know that could mess up your anonymity...hmm. Well that comes first, but just know I would read it if I could if it existed :)

Congrats on the platypus gender! that's certainly an unusual descriptor, which of course means I adore it. love oddities and nonconformities and contradictions and otherwise nonsensical things like that, and playtpus compared gender I think fits in with all those. it's always interesting trying to explain gender and how it applies to you (if it does), so I'm glad you're got a fun one you like!

Wishing you a peaceful morning/night/whatever time it is for you :)

[merakiui]

AHHH i knew I'd mess up the request 😭 I would really love to have a flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu, red velvet cupcakes and red mochi beans from midnight menu for my one and only Malleus 🖤 (I'd appreciate it if reader was an afab female)

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, nsfw, stalking, obsession, slight delusion note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

The beauty of humanity is transient in nature—so fleeting that one of unfathomed age might assume mortals are merely temporary phantasms crocheted into a celestial fiction. Most days it seems as though you are the untouchable human threads woven into a lively tapestry shielded by the toughest, sharpest of brambles. You are the very shape portrayed soft and precious in watercolor portraits, preserved within the haunted corridors of Malleus’s mind. Most days he wakes from poetic rumination and looks at you for who you are: a dear friend. A kind, clever child of man who is unafraid of crossing the threshold that divides humans from those with lengthened lifespans. You are, in every wondrous way, a mortal who continues to fascinate and amaze with your endearing peculiarities. 

Most days Malleus wonders if he could ever flawlessly imitate humanity in the way you do. Perhaps the idea is an impossibility or a childish dream fostered by his inherent need to stitch himself into your tapestry like a loose strand in search of a home. He can sketch your form in his mind every night—can follow your movements with eyes so green you may be smothered in their vibrancy—but he can never quite grasp the meaning of humanity. Although who could, really, when such an inquiry remains one of life’s greatest enigmas? Malleus surmises that is what makes the modern world in which he exists as curious as it is troublesome. 

There is beauty in tragedy. Malleus knows this well because all human life is tragic in some melancholic manner. But nothing can be more devastating than the raw emotions that entwine themselves through you, staining your expression in muted fear. Thankfully, it takes but a moment for the darkness to dispel itself, alight with yellow-green speckles that foretell a familiar presence. He offers you a pleasant smile through the window, not having considered you might still be awake at such an ungodly hour when he appeared for his usual visit to admire you while you lay motionless, wrapped in the sweetest of dreams. The little beast who often accompanies you—Grim—is curled on the bed, his furry frame moving up and down with each peaceful breath he takes.

There is beauty in the sincerity of relief. Malleus knows this well because when your shoulders relax and you slide the window up to greet him, all instances of horror having vanished from your delightful countenance, you look most ravishing. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Horns. Don’t scare me like that!” 

Horns. It’s a cute, casual nickname—an alias that he wouldn’t have received had he not met you. It’s far more meaningful than the princely status draped across his shoulders, a reminder to all who see him of the destiny that awaits him—a destiny that distances him from others grandly. They seem to care about such a thing—as if it’s a thing so ominous—but you never mind it.

There is beauty in the thorns that pierce the heart. Malleus knows this well, for he stands at the edge of a love that just cannot bear any fruit, consumed in a shadow while he watches you enjoy the noisy company of friends and classmates. Malleus is not very partial to this, yet if it made you happy he would willingly melt into the darkness so that you may continue to spread your glorious light. 

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise curiously and he bends down to lean further into the open window, conscious of the sleek, obsidian-colored horns that curl upwards from his head. “I’m far from a medical practitioner, but I have heard that a good shock to the heart is one way to keep it beating. You need only give me a moment. I shall conjure a bolt strong enough to—”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” you whisper hastily, shaking your head in a manner so wild it sparks amusement deep within his chest. 

“I jest.”

“I would hope so,” you retort, a smile spreading on your lips. “One shock from you and I don’t think I’d be standing in one piece.”

“Nonsense.” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand before pausing to truly consider it. “Well, I suppose in order to test such a theory you would need to incite my wrath first. Would you care to try?” 

“That’s a death wish! Is your sense of humor always so morbid, Horns?”

“Would you prefer otherwise?”

“Nah.” He blinks at you, and a chuckle spills from your lips. “It’s you, Horns. Morbid jests and all. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

In that moment, Malleus thinks he wants nothing more than to have you, radiant smiles and all. 

There is beauty in trust. This is something Malleus knows well, for when Lilia handed him a cloth the color of a starlit sky and uttered something about acts of trust he understood the implications. Or perhaps the meaning evaded him; Lilia is always so cryptic. And so, once the moon has risen high, Malleus descends upon Ramshackle’s grounds to consult his wise, beautiful child of man.

“Acts of trust? Like trust falls?”

“Trust...falls?” Malleus repeats it with a furrowed brow. 

“It’s when someone falls backwards into the arms of another person, assuming that that person will catch them. It’s supposed to be a trust game.”

“Shall we play?” He withdraws the cloth from his vest pocket, running his fingers over the silky satin. “This game of trust humans are so fond of... It sounds most entertaining.”

“Oh, sure. Uh... I don’t think we need a blindfold for it, though.”

“I have recently learned of this ‘trust game’ from Lilia. One that involves relying on another to replace your sight.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that one! We can try it.”

“Then allow me to be your eyes.” 

Your nod is immediate, and so Malleus flicks his wrist and the blindfold fastens itself around your eyes. You reach up to touch the fabric and giggle. 

“Make sure to guide me away from any furniture, okay?”

Though you’re unable to see it, Malleus smiles at you, a deceptive flicker in his gaze. The game begins innocently enough. Malleus leads you with honest intent, and even when you stumble he merely levitates furniture out of your way. You nearly take a nasty tumble when your foot catches on the rug, but he’s quick to cast a skillful spell that lifts you up out of harm’s way and lowers you gently upon the bed. Your hands curl into the sheets and you exhale a relieved sigh. 

“That was close. I almost fell.” When Malleus doesn’t respond, you sit up and move to take your blindfold off. Malleus places a hand upon your shoulder, guiding you back down. You flinch, arm stiffening in surprise. “W-Whoa! Seriously, Horns, you can’t keep scaring me like this!”

“There’s nothing to fear,” he assures you. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve kissed the floorboards.”

Malleus nods, as if having expected this answer—it’s unsatisfactory for a reason he cannot list—and traces the path down your stomach, along your hips, to the waistband of your trousers. You seem so fragile in this moment, so vulnerable and so very in need of protection. He’s watched you long enough to know of the dangers you often find yourself in. You move to sit up again, but he looms over you, straddling you, and he thinks you can sense his towering presence. It’s that unique sixth sense he’s heard all humans secretly possess.

“H-Hold on. Wait. What...” You swallow thickly, remaining completely still. “What’re you doing, H-Horns?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks again. “You must trust me. I mean you no harm.”

“No... No, I really don’t right now. Can we stop? I want—” You squirm under him when his fingers curl around the waistband, tugging both your trousers and panties down slowly. He peers at the modest lace trim. Like the rest of you, it is very pretty. “I want to stop. Please. Hey, stop. Seriously—”

You reach blindly for him, your voice rising in panicked pitches. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. Though you try to pull away at the next second, his grip remains firm. Not enough to break your hand, but it does cause you a bruising discomfort. Your lips twist into a trembling frown and a meek whine squeezes itself out of you, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“You will trust me in due time,” Malleus murmurs it like it’s a vow, his voice so soothing it’s like muffled rainfall. He notices the silent tear that slips out from under the blindfold, and he swipes it away with his thumb. Out of sight, out of mind. “I only wish to prepare you.”

“P-Prepare...” You shake your head, voice straining. “For... For what? Malleus, stop. I don’t want...this. Please stop.”

No longer Horns. He’s lost that name now, but it’s nothing he can’t retrieve.

He slips his gloves off and, after having coated his digits with enough of his own saliva, works your pussy open with two slender fingers, quietly amazed at how soft and warm it is within. Your body goes rigid under him, your free hand grabbing at the sheets while the other remains imprisoned in his grasp. You could take the blindfold off, but you don’t, instead sniffling through a mantra of stop and take it out. He knows you don’t mean those words, for it isn’t long before you’re tightening around the three fingers curled within you, your labored breathing punctuated with little gasps and groans. It is most adorable.

There is beauty in submission. Malleus knows this well because when you arch your back, dig your nails into his hand, and gush around his fingers with a strangled cry you are the most exquisite portrait he has ever had the blessing of admiring. He could spend lifetimes pondering your angles, considering dainty brushstrokes, wondering about the skillful hands that sculpted you so perfectly. So beautifully. So humanly.

You’re panting when he comes back to his senses, having slipped a fourth finger into your wet warmth without realizing it. There’s a strain in his pants, an ache that had once been so dull and is now so unbearably tight. The insatiable, animalistic part of Malleus wants nothing more than to spear you on his cocks, to feel the stretch as your pussy envelops both in its gummy walls, to hear your wails and kiss your lips puffy, to press his hand against your bloated belly and feel the sinful connection for himself. But there is the rational, sweeter side that knows you would be in a world of pain if he was not given enough time to properly stretch you, and so he decides that, as pressing as his needs may be, yours are far more important. 

He wishes to cherish with you for many years to come, not break you beyond repair.

“We shall spend the night here, my dearest,” he declares, the fondness of a smile in his tone. His hand releases yours momentarily so that he may tug the blindfold up to see your sparkling eyes. Tears of joy, no doubt. “Until I can fit more than just my fingers so that we can truly connect as one.”

He leans in to press his lips upon yours in a chaste kiss; you do not reciprocate. Malleus would have thought he’d put you to sleep with how frozen you’ve become. But you’re merely looking at him with defeated eyes—eyes that are so beautiful even when reflecting the pains of betrayal. Malleus tells himself that this is the teary-eyed ecstasy he has heard of in the stories Lilia would often recall when he was old enough to hear such tales. It is not pain; it is pleasure.

And there is beauty in both.

[not-the-living-ghost]

Favorite episode from dbd?

My favorite episode is probably Episode 7. It's just such an emotional rollercoaster, from start to finish. There's the staircase scene, the Simon scene, the flashback to when Charles first met Edwin, and so, so much more.

The acting in this episode absolutely blew me away — specifically George Rexstrew's performance as Edwin — and the scriptwriting was absolutely phenomenal.

The cinematography was breathtaking and incredibly clever. I loved the way that they shot the different scenes in Hell, angling and twisting the camera to evoke whatever emotion was intended. There were so many different nuances and details that were added into this one episode — so much so that I'd probably have to make a post about about each one separately.

One scene in this episode that I think is thoroughly underappreciated is the scene with Simon and Edwin. This scene meant so much to me, as a queer person, especially as someone who's gone through a crap ton of internalized homophobia (although I can't say I've sacrificed any of my classmates to a demon over it). Seeing something like that portrayed in media in a way that was so real and raw was insanely meaningful to me.

I feel like this small subplot of the show perfectly represents how the show blends fantasy and reality. Dead Boy Detectives is a supernatural show with supernatural characters. The main characters are ghosts, their friend is a psychic, and they're constantly under the threat of an evil witch. However, the show tackles so many real life issues (issues such as homophobia, racism, and domestic violence), and they do it with a level of grace that perfectly balances fiction and reality. The Simon scene perfectly demonstrates this.

I also appreciated the way that the showriters went about dealing with Simon's internalized homophobia. Generally speaking, when people suggest that homophobes themselves are likely queer, they mean it as a joke, or an insult. "You're homophobic, so you must be gay," and they'll simply laugh at the disgusted reaction — which is, in it of itself, simply another provocation of homophobia. Dead Boy Detectives, however, went at this from a different angle. Because yes, homophobes themselves can be queer — internalized homophobia does not discriminate, ironically enough — but Dead Boy Detectives took this narrative and flipped it on its head. They took the common trope of the homophobe being secretly in the closet, and further delved into what that truly meant for everyone involved. They explored the destructive reality of internalized homophobia for someone like Simon without, at the same time, undermining the struggle and torment that Edwin was put through. And the fact that they did all of this in the span of just 10 minutes is absolutely mindboggling to me.

Episode 7 had a little bit of everything, and I loved it so so much <33

This post ended up being three paragraphs longer than I expected, and I went off on a bit of a tangent there, but this was fun to write 😭😭

[daily-hanamura]

Do you ever think about how Chie (and Yukiko iirc?) have both previously called Yosuke a disappointment, meaning they were, albeit in part, one of the reasons for his low self esteem

Obviously they didn't do it on purpose, since Yosuke always tries to act like those words don't phase him, always acting like he's very confident

But I wonder, if he were to ever open up to them and start showing his more sensitive side in general, how would the girls react? Like would they feel a bit guilty or something?

Many thoughts... many very, very disorganized thoughts......

Oooooh yeah I do indeed think about this, and apart from Chie and Yukiko, Teddie has also described Yosuke as a "prince of disappointment"/"everyone's favourite disappointment"

Yosuke, of course, also being the one that calls himself a disappointment the most.

So this is just my perspective based on my life experience, but I think that to some extent, it very much reflects the kind of humour that was very pervasive around that time. As a millennial it's pretty typical for friends to rib into each other as banter (see also Yosuke to Kanji) and to employ self-deprecation as a joke, and it's kind of a mark of friendship -- you really only do that to people that you're very close friends with, because it's about in-group jokes (e.g. Chie can call Yosuke a disappointment, but that random classmate can't) and a reflection of just how well you know a person.

It's kind of complicated to talk about because I'm not saying that it was necessarily good, since it can be quite insensitive if you're not conscious of someone's personal issues. And some people definitely don't enjoy that sort of humour, because it's also highly, highly contextual and easy to misread. Some bullies also use that as a justification for why they're saying mean things, which is especially unpleasant in the workplace LOL. I feel like as I've gotten older this has become less common? Or maybe I'm just not as comfortable with the friends I've made in adulthood to want to readily rip into them? But then again I have maybe three friends I'm willing to banter like this with and we've been close friends for about a decade, which I think kind of drives home the point I'm making about how this is the kind of joke you only make with people that you've been through a lot with, which the IT are. I think it's humour that's meaningful in the narrative context because it's a signpost that indicates their shared experience in the TV world was no trivial thing, just like how Yosuke calling Yu "aibou" reflects the same sentiment.

But, as you said, because of how Yosuke puts on an act of confidence, I don't think most people pick up on it other than Yu, because Chie, Yukiko and Teddie probably just think it's part of the bit that Yosuke is doing (Yosuke also refuses to show his weaknesses to anyone other than Yu, but that's probably another conversation). One of the weaker spots of P4/G (and P5), I feel, is that it isn't as revealing about the interpersonal relationships between characters outside of the protag character. Which I don't really expect, but it was really nice to see in P3. So all we have to go on is the spin offs, and I think if we compare Chie and Yukiko's distanced friendliness with Yosuke in the Magician manga vs their expression of reliance and dependence on Yosuke in P4AU, for example, we can see that developed dynamic.

Would they feel guilty? Probably, but they're also teenagers who are still figuring out interpersonal interactions and personal boundaries (and this goes for Yosuke as well), and I think this friction is sometimes just part and parcel of growing up. I do think that if Chie and Yukiko realise that Yosuke does have a sore spot about it they'd change the way they speak with him because they genuinely care about him, especially as they mature into adulthood.

Going a little off tangent now and this is just my headcanon, but I also wonder if Yosuke initiated that sort of humour with Chie and Yukiko shortly after their rescue to help them relax. Yosuke likes to use humour to diffuse tension (which doesn't always work) but it's not hard to imagine him sensing awkwardness from the two of them (they really weren't close friends at all prior to the TV world), so he makes himself the butt of a joke to get them to laugh, and when they latch on to it he's actually kind of happy because it means he's done something useful. (ngl ever since I saw Tamami's clown motif stage in p4d I have not stopped thinking about her parallels with Yosuke)

[kumabeom]

anti romantic

chapter 4 : i’m drunk in you

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun was a lovely instructor, his body fluidly moved as he ignored the constant ringing coming from his phone a mix of yoojung’s very non-meaningful apologies and his friends wondering about his well-being. not only that, but he couldn’t forget about you. you weren’t necessarily special in his mind but in a way you were.. how could you be so confident that you could claim his heart ? he didn’t mean to come off as rude, although he really was not looking for anything serious. not only that, but if you didn’t like him then why were you so willing to show him the “reality” of dating. he didn’t really understand the point you were trying to prove either, if you’re just courting him then how are you going to prove that people can stay loyal ?

he was dressed quite handsomely, he couldn’t help but notice that he could pull off anything. today he decided to throw on a simply gray shirt with a bit of a washed effect, matching sweatpants. he always read that baggier clothing allows a dancer to look more fluid and precise with their movements, since then he always used certain clothing to his dance practices.

he looked into the mirror in front of him, staring as the kids who were following his every step. noticing a twelve-year old struggling to keep up. “yunnie, don’t focus on the pace of it yet, focus on getting every move down before trying to go at a faster pace-“ he spoke delicately, he was dealing with kids and teens, he needed to be patient. after a few years of dancing at the studio and teaching, he knew how to be patient and what to do in case of insecurities running through a child’s mind.

“mr. choi, there’s someone at the door.” another kid called. yeonjun kept the music on, stopping his movements watching as the previously mentioned “yunnie” was attempting to get his dance moves put together. he checked the door’s peephole, seeing the person that he had expected, you. he opened the door, slowly, blocking the entrance way, leaning his arm against the door frame. he couldn’t help but notice the plastic bags in your hands that read “thank you for shopping” in multiple lines.

“oh- i didn’t want to interrupt but i just wanted to drop these off. there are some cookies, brownies, fruit tarts and some drinks in here. here ya’ go.” you handed the bags to yeonjun, who instantly grabbed the bags, looking back to see yunnie staring at the door, silently asking him to come pick up the bags, which he did.

“you’re not going to stay ?” yeonjun questioned, eyebrow raised as he made direct eye contact with you, which not going to lie, caused a bit of a dry throat and a few butterflies in your tummy.

“like i said.. i would, but i don’t want to interrupt your dance practice. it also seems like you’re blocking me from entering, so i’ll just be on my way.”

“don’t be like that, i’m not blocking you from entering…” he hesitates to give an explanation, “it’s just that these kids haven’t met anyone from my personal life since yoojung.”

“well that’s fine if you want to keep me as a secret-“

“no, it’s not like that either.. why do you rephrase my words with a negative connotation.”

“it’s not that i’m making them in a negative connotation, yeonjun, you’re just saying things in a non-straight forward way and i’m just saying the same thing that you are, i’m just deleting a few unnecessary things.”

he looked at you, the black top that was semi-hidden underneath a plaid flannel, along with matching black sweatpants. hair in a ponytail with a few hairs sticking out due to the wind blowing a few strands out. he felt a sense of guilt as he thought more of what you said.

“come in..but you’re just a friend, you’re not someone who’s courting me, at least not in here..”

he moved out of the way, keeping the door open for you until you were inside the room, closing the door after you. “mmm… sure.”

the kids immediately realized that the person wasn’t someone that they had been introduced to. they were familiar with yeonjun’s friend group at least, huening kai, beomgyu and taehyun. in fact they had even tried teaching the kids themselves which in huening’s case did not go the way he intended to, as they easily got distracted and started playing along.

yeonjun grabbed the bags from yunnie, taking a seat on the floor. opening the plastic boxes filled with sweet treats to share around. “okay, let’s all make a line and one by one i’ll give you a treat, and if there’s more leftover then you can come back up and grab another.”

“oh- yeonjun, i kinda forgot to get napkins or plates on my way..”

“it’s fine, we can clean up afterwards.” yeonjun handed out the treats, asking each of his students what they preferred to eat. over half of the box was still full with treats, causing yeonjun to question how many treats you had brought.

“where did you get these ?”

“my friend is a baking major, he made a few of those yesterday and i asked for some, a few of those are store bought, i just put them in the same box though. i wasn’t sure how many people there were so i just got as many as i could..”

“what would you like ?”

“i’m fine, i won’t take any, they should have as many as they want..”

“yn, there’s eleven of us and 26 more treats.” he looked up at you, his eyebrow slightly raised. he expected you to be quite different from the way you were acting. was huening really telling him the truth when he told him that you were ‘caring’, it didn’t really match up with how you had previously acted. well at least not to him. had he really understood, then he would’ve known that all of the actions that you had done towards for him were all caring. even if you did like him, you didn’t have to prove anything to him. that day that he came into class a day after finding out he got cheated on, you didn’t have to distract him. sure, you did gain something from it, but that didn’t mean that you had to do it.

“just a fruit tart then..” you said, hesitantly reaching over towards yeonjun as he passed you a tart, that went straight into your mouth, a sweet taste overcoming your mouth, the slight bitterness from the fruit itself being overwhelmed by the sweeter custard inside, but not too sweet as the crust allowed the treat to not be to sweet. you could always count on soobin to make a magnificent dessert. you took a seat next to him, watching as the kids relaxed and took a break, taking their time to eat and drink the food that they were gifted. yeonjun took a cookie, slowly bringing it into his mouth.

“y’know when you said that you were doing dance practice, i thought you were the one being taught, not the one teaching.” you spoke up, holding your legs in your arms. watching as the kids played around after eating, a few of them making their way back up to yeonjun, as he allowed them to grab what they wanted.

“mmm i guess i did make it seem that way, didn’t i ?” you nodded, “oh stay still-“ his hand came up towards your lips, his thumb coming up to wipe a few crumbs off of your face. it was undeniable that you were getting a blush ride up your face. the sudden touch caused such chaos inside your mind. it was obvious to yeonjun as well, who wouldn’t be able to decode your current feelings.

“oh- thank.. you-“ hiding your face from yeonjun, facing the other way and wiping around your lips with your own thumb, ensuring that there was nothing else there.

“ah, don’t get so shy, yn. i was so impressed by you and your confidence.” he spoke, taking a sip of water after letting his thoughts out.

“confidence ?”

“mhmm, not going to lie, yn, if i hadn’t gone through a ton in my past relationship.. then you would’ve definitely had me wrapped around your finger.”

©️kumabeom

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[theloganator101]

A scene that I believe showcases how Horikoshi is quick to sacrifice meaningful character moments for a cheap laugh is the faux interview with Mt. Lady.

By itself, the purpose for this scene I think could have been done more effectively instead of just pretending to be in front of a camera (and it feels annoying as hell when all it’s doing is reminding the viewers AGAIN who these characters are, in case you somehow forgot), but whatever. And we also get more material of Bakugou being insufferable (and Todoroki acting like a cardboard box by simply accepting Bakugou’s insults.)

And then we get to Izuku.

We get an inner monologue from him about finally showing his progress on his handling of Blackwhip. And even though it’s a tiny tendril, Izuku is clearly pleased with where he’s at, because now he can go up from here!

And does the scene push the idea that we are supposed to be proud of Midoriya on his hard work?

(Materializes through the screen and slaps your face) OF COURSE NOT YOU FUCKING FOOL!

Every single individual looks completely underwhelmed at what they just saw. Like they were expecting more. Like Midoriya was supposed to suddenly whip that exact giant ass black mass THAT NEARLY HURT/KILL HIS CLASSMATES and have it completely under control.

I can imagine a few of them feeling this way, but every single one of them? Horikoshi is just doing this to make Midoriya look bad. I absolutely refuse to believe there’s not a single character who would react differently (their ACTUAL characterization) to that.

Todoroki, who understands the struggle of balancing two quirks, and would probably feel compelled to help Midoriya out? Apparently not.

Uraraka, who was quick to praise Midoriya in anything in the past such as the quirk assessment test, and can plainly see how much pride he has getting a hold of a new dangerous quirk? And Iida, Midoriya’s other best friend? Does he clap his hands in the air like a seal and says, “Bravo!” to Izuku’s progress? Nope, they’re not allowed to feel that.

Tokoyami, who has another dark-based quirk and could relate to Midoriya’s struggle? Does he give a simple phrase of encouragement, or even think to himself, “Slowly, a new Brother of the Shadows will come to be.”? Why the hell would he possibly think that?

Does anyone else, such as Yaoyorozu, Shoji, Ojiro, or hell, even Hagakure, comment on that while not powerful, Midoriya’s ability on handling essentially two quirks is very impressive? Of course not. Instead of being funny, this scene comes off that no one actually supports Midoriya and it made me sad for him and how it assassinates pretty much most of Class 1-A’s characteristics, instead of allowing them to act naturally.

And the cherry on top? The one with the closing statement that is supposed to sum up what we the audience are supposed to feel? “Don’t be proud of something so weak.” By the one trick pony that has had his ONLY quirk for so long that he doesn’t appreciate LEGITIMATE progress. Fuckin little shitbird.

(Sighs tiredly) Hang on, gonna go watch the scene...

(One scene watch later)

... I want to kill, EVERYONE there for not supporting the kid for getting control over a quirk that caused so much damage!

Why aren't his friends cheering him on?

Why wasn't any of the adults proud of him?

Why is Izuku always the butt of these mean spirited jokes?

Why can't my son just be praised and feel proud for himself for once in his goddamn life?

[steveharrington]

Steve is fundamentally a fan-service character. That is why he is given no depth, and that the majority of his situation is portrayed from a comedic relief angle, meme-able moments, and stuff like ''being a babysitter''. Is it enjoyable enough? I mean, sure, Steve fills that fanservice character role and people enjoy him being charming and funny, so the show portrays him that way. But he does not provide anything else other than that in the story. And just because he is given screentime does not make him an important part of the show either. He is a lovable, cool, and charming character that captured fans' hearts, and he receives screen time and fan service moments based on that. But I just do not get why people expect the writers to give Steve an actual storyline or real connection to the supernatural plot when his character was never meant to be given one, and his character is largely portrayed as a comedic relief or a fanservice funny character.

im going to challenge this because i think it's a bad writing practice to partition one character off as the designated Fan Service Character and think that absolves you, the writer, of giving them depth or realism. when we're thinking about characters...idk my personal belief is that they should feel like real people. saying "oh well that's just the comedic relief so we don't have to acknowledge that it's the fourth year in a row of him coming face to face with supernatural horrors in a way that either physically or mentally alters him" is just a cop-out and an excuse for lazy writing imo. and steve isn't some random side character who barely gets screen time either, like he isn't angela or tommy or mr. clarke, he's Heavily featured every season. he had the 2nd most lines in season two. idk i think if i, the viewer, am gonna be spending that much time watching a character, i'd like for them to have some semblance of a relevant plot or connection to the main storyline.

people expect steve to get a storyline or a connection to the supernatural plot because it's straight up bizarre for him to be in the middle of an enormous catastrophic supernatural event that always effects him personally, and yet somehow the show never acknowledges it. in season one a classmate dies in his pool and he discovers monsters exist, then fights one in close proximity. in season two another one of his classmates almost murders him. in season three he's tied up and tortured and drugged. in season four he's eaten alive by monsters. again if the duffers want their characters to feel like real people who exist within this story, at least one of those things should be important to steve's story! they should be acknowledged!

also i would argue that steve wasn't created To Be Fanservice. i won't argue that he's become a fanservice-centric character, but that wasn't like his only purpose in the story throughout the series. i think people have a recency bias when they look at steve's storyline, but he really didn't become such a heavily comedic character until season three. in season one he's a villain, like he serves to antagonize jonathan and represent this normalcy and stability in nancy's life that she rapidly moves away from as she searches for barb. and in season two, steve has a beautiful and like genuinely meaningful storyline. he starts off the season envisioning his future with nancy, he gets his heart broken, he gets roped into investigating supernatural happenings with this random kid who he could easily just ditch or dump on someone else but he stays, gives the kid advice based off his current emotional state, then continues to protect the others from the demodogs and billy and it gives him this obvious fulfillment and increased emotional maturity that allows him to finally let go of the relationship and future he was picturing. it was amazing and steve felt real and people loved it not because like "haha funny babysitter" but because it was very genuinely sweet to watch a disillusioned teenage boy form a bond with this dorky kid that benefitted both of them emotionally. it wasnt until seasons 3 & 4 that steve's potential storylines became sidelined for the sake of throwaway funny moments or like.... unrealistic healing abilities

idk i just think people connect with steve based off what we saw in seasons 1 & 2 and they're interested in his full potential if the writers would just utilize it. but because the duffers can't seem to balance an ensemble cast and because steve is easy to market he has become (game show audience voices) abandoned! by! the! narrative! but it doesn't have to be this way and it shouldn't, if stranger things wants to be recognized as a well written show with good character work

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Dear mbti-notes, Thank you for your blog 💜 I hope you enjoyed your holidays. I'm infp, 16 years old and female, who has low-self esteem and feels dissatisfied with life.

My main problem is that I've been skipping school for multiple days because I stay up late, worried if I'm missing out on social media or how I'm going to mask myself the next day. I'm constantly chasing after the satisfaction of completing personal projects online. The 'high' of it and validation from social media is what attaches me to it. Only sharing art I'm proud of. Only sharing idealized surface level tidbits about myself to my classmates. I'm basically pretending to be someone I'm not both online and offline, and so I dig myself into a hole of preventing myself from relaxing or experimenting with my self-expression. I want to grow and learn to be myself, but I'm afraid of feeling exposed.

I crave meaning in my life instead of chasing after something out of my control. I want to finally feel at ease and sleep for my own health. Maybe there's a healthier way to share my artwork and collaborate with other artists? What guidance or advice would you have? I'd like to learn from your wisdom. Best regards, Anon.

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Wasting mental resources on social media has become a rather widespread problem, so you're not alone. Sharing of yourself in a public forum often means you're socializing in a chaotic and indiscriminate manner, which unfortunately sets you up to live at the mercy of external stimuli. Your social behaviors become more and more automatic as you keep reinforcing the same validating reward patterns over time. Eventually, your attention, energy, time, self-esteem, and self-worth slip out of your hands. It's hard to feel good about yourself once you've crossed the line from enjoyment into powerlessness.

I use terms like "stimuli", "reinforce", and "automatic" for a reason; they come from a particular branch of psychology called behaviorism. Many people still don't know that tech companies spend money on behavioral science, even recruiting psychologists to their projects. Behavioralists approach human behavior as "programmable", in the same vein that Pavlov trained his dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell. Social media companies invented "bells" to make you feel good (engaged), to make you feel bad (reactive), and to keep you running back to them regularly for instant gratification (addicted).

The difference between Pavlov's dog and you is that the dog begins and ends under the control of its owner and thus has no choice but to learn the automatic behavior, whereas you gave up your free will to become an automaton. When your mind has been reduced to such a primitive state of chasing base desires on an endless loop, your intellectual faculties wither from disuse, and your soul eventually feels starved of meaning. Worst case, one becomes a dull and empty shell of a human being.

"I crave meaning in my life instead of chasing after something out of my control." The word "crave" is significant. Humans need a sense of agency and autonomy. Humans need a sense of social belonging. Humans need intimate and loving relationships. Humans need to occupy themselves with meaningful activities. The issue is whether you know the right methods of fulfilling your needs.

Choosing the wrong methods is one major reason people feel that life lacks meaning. When important human needs go unfulfilled for too long, they morph into desperate and seemingly irrational "longings", "desires", and "cravings" that lead people to choose worse and worse methods in a vicious cycle. Just think of how poorly your rational mind works when you get too hungry; food becomes the only thing you can think about and you're liable to grab anything and put it in your mouth without any regard for its nutritional value. The same goes for psychological, social, and spiritual needs.

A need is legitimate, universal to all humans, and must be satisfied in order to live a healthy and fulfilling life. A want is a method of fulfilling a need, but wants are not always legitimate. A want is legitimate if it is a positive and constructive way of obtaining what you need. A want is illegitimate when it leads you to destruction or to harm yourself/others, which, in the end, actually prevents you from obtaining what you need. Skipping school and sabotaging your own future is a good example of destructive behavior. If a want is determined to be illegitimate, then you must find a better method, if you care about your well-being. People who confuse needs and wants often end up chasing the wrong things in life and/or feeling inexplicably unsatisfied whenever they get what they want.

Why have humans proven so easy to manipulate? Because:

many people lack the self-awareness to understand their own needs and wants, and

they were never taught the right methods of fulfilling them.

Companies wanting to profit off you will try to find the most effective way to trigger a sense of privation in you, to bring up an unmet need, and then manufacture a "desire" or "craving" for a product that supposedly meets that need. The more desperate your feeling of privation is, the faster you'll run and the more you'll pay (not just in money) for whatever they're selling.

Therefore, inoculating yourself against such manipulation involves:

improving your self-awareness so that you fully own your needs instead of ceding control of them to others, and

learning healthy methods to attend to your needs so that you aren't easily taken in by harmful quick-fixes or false remedies.

"Maybe there's a healthier way to share my artwork and collaborate with other artists?" This is the right question to ask. If you develop Ne properly, you'll understand that there's almost always a better way of doing things. You don't have to live life always reaching for the stars, but at the very least, you should know to be proactive and seek a better way when the current way is harming you.

Let's examine two needs at play in your situation:

1) The Need for a Healthy Social Life: Why do you think that, in the age of social media, society is grappling with an epidemic of loneliness? When people feel lonely, their desire for social connection grows louder and louder. Suffer loneliness for too long and people start to get desperate and settle for whatever social contact they can get. Social media makes it very easy to get social contact... but it's like eating leftover scraps when you could be feasting on wagyu.

In terms of personal growth, the easy way isn't usually the right way. Sure, subsisting on scraps helps ease the hunger to socialize, but it's no way to live in the long term. For life to feel meaningful and fulfilling, one cannot only survive, one must also flourish. To flourish includes living up to your potential and living your life with purpose.

While there's nothing inherently wrong with having online friends, people who only have online friends tend to report dissatisfaction with social life. The fact of the matter is that online friends should not be used as a substitute for real-life relationships. Online friends should only be used to complement an existing social support network or used as a convenient gateway into a new real-life friendship. Online friendships are simply missing too many key ingredients that are needed for meaningful relationship.

There are tried-and-true ways of: improving friendships, making new friends, and building a strong social support network. E.g. Spend more quality time with old friends but perhaps in new situations that allow you to get to know each other even better. Extend your network by getting to know friends of family or friends of friends. Take a class or join a group of people with similar interests. Get more involved in your local community or volunteer. Take more initiative to organize get-togethers, invite people out, or lead a group activity.

Socializing is a legitimate need, so you should allot time for it. However, time is a finite resource, which means use it wisely. Do you want to spend most of your time collecting scraps online, socializing with undiscerning people and getting less than satisfying results? Or do you want to socialize in a more purposeful way, setting the right goals, targeting the right people, and getting more satisfying results? The choice is yours.

2) The Need for Personal and/or Professional Development: You are using art as a way to develop your potential and perhaps develop a professional skill. Good learning is something that can only happen under the right conditions, so the issue is whether you have set up the right learning conditions for yourself. Is soliciting (at times ignorant) feedback from people who only care about you to the extent that you can entertain them the best way to learn and improve? As long as you feel like you're being rewarded for putting on a show, won't learning always take a back seat to ego?

Would you be better off embedding yourself in a group of art enthusiasts, devotees, and experts who have real-life knowledge and experience of the art world? Unless you live in the middle of nowhere, even the smallest towns have artsy people floating around, perhaps there are a few you don't yet know in your school. Forming close, real-life friendships with them would be more rewarding and also more likely to get you that safe and nurturing environment you need for freely exploring your talents, wouldn't it? It's just one idea. I'm sure you can come up with more ideas through assessing all the resources available to you.

Sixteen is usually the time when teens start really venturing out into the world to explore their options. You need to get out into the world and challenge yourself more in order to grow your self-esteem. Don't limit yourself by becoming overdependent on social media scraps for cheap validation.

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Inferior Te means that Fi doms often don't place enough value on goal-oriented behavior, and as a result, their behavior is often inefficient and ineffective. It's fine to want to explore and enjoy some fun moments online, but exploration should eventually be leading you somewhere positive, good, real, and meaningful. And if you already have some idea of where you want to go, the key is to choose the right path for getting there, even if it's the harder path. It sounds like you have a problem of too often choosing the easier path.

If you're like other INFPs, you easily get swept up by your feelings and it causes you to perceive situations in a distorted way, unable to objectively weigh the pros and cons, which leads to miscalculating the consequences of your behavior. If your behavior keeps getting negative consequences, it's an important sign that you're not caring well for yourself - it's a call to change your behavior. Fi can't feel at ease as long as you're acting against your own well-being. It's good that you have some idea about what your needs are and you're trying to respond to them, the crucial step is to put more careful thought into choosing healthy methods.

[halosopulence]

Sometimes, I wonder if what I perceive is truly what it is or if it’s just my past experiences casting shadows over reality. Everything appears worse than it is, and it’s hard to shake off that feeling. I often expect the worst and at least that way, I’m prepared, even if it means I’ve put in unnecessary effort, bracing for something that might never happen.

After the storm, I stepped outside to assess the damage, half-expecting to see destruction where I might have stood. But nothing was there—no fallen tree limbs, no signs of disaster. It felt like a quiet affirmation from Mother Nature, a reminder that I’ve been given another chance. I believe in new beginnings, that each day offers a fresh start. Yet, it’s not about starting from scratch. It’s more like carrying forward the weight of all that’s happened, trying to forgive and move on. Every day feels heavier with the accumulation of experiences, but perhaps that’s what makes each one meaningful.

I often wish I had been born with some innate talent, something that set me apart, that made me feel special. When I was younger, my mother seemed to throw ideas at me from all directions—ice skating, child prodigies on TV—always searching for that spark in me. But did I ever believe I was gifted? No. How could I, when I was constantly compared to others, told I wasn’t special? My mother, over time, seemed to detach from her role as a mother, and instead, she became more like a prisoner in her own life.

I spent a lot of time alone, playing outside without siblings. It didn’t bother me, because that was all I knew. My father, too, was distant, always preoccupied with the burden of keeping the household afloat since my mother didn’t work. After school, I would try to talk to her, to share my day, but she dismissed my words as nonsense, meaningless chatter. Eventually, I stopped talking altogether. I started observing instead—watching my classmates, becoming more withdrawn.

I didn’t get to choose my friends; they were chosen for me in class when we were paired up for projects. I was always the last pick, usually paired with the kid no one else wanted to work with—the one who smelled bad or had a label like “mentally retarded” attached to them. It baffled me that this was my social standing, that this was where I fit in the hierarchy. It’s strange how those early experiences shaped the way I see myself, even now.

If there had been some sort of elimination process, I know I would have been one of the first to go. My social skills with other children deteriorated quickly, and I lost interest in school altogether. My grades started to slip, and my reading and comprehension suffered as a result. It wasn’t that I wanted to paint myself as a victim—I’m simply stating the facts of what my childhood was like. The reality is, I was alone. And that loneliness led me to spend a lot of time asking myself why. Why was it this way? Why did I feel so disconnected from everything around me? It became this persistent question that echoed in my mind, a question that, for a long time, I couldn’t find the answer to.

[whinlatter]

🍈 For the ask game!

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Yes I had to look up what a blorbo is to answer this, no I’m still not sure if this is right but… if it’s what I think it is, it’s got to be love of my life Ginny. She’s a character I’ve only ever loved more and more as I’ve gotten older. I just love who she is, and I really appreciate what animates her as a character, her motivations and her sense of herself. I love that she’s a laugh. I love that she has her own arc, but also has - and nurtures - these deep, ferociously loving bonds with so many of the series’ best characters. I love that she’s been through the absolute ringer and still comes out swinging. I love that she has these really compelling shades of grey: she kicks off, she gets absolutely livid when she needs to, she’s sneaky af and a startlingly good liar; and she absolutely has the capacity to be a little dickhead when she wants to be. She’s got real heart and huge depth.

I could do Gin headcanons for days but here are just a few:

- She’s outdoorsy, both in a real South West England/Devonshire, sunny summer orchard girl kind of way, but also a Scottish Highlands, hard winds, rainy day, muddy boots traipsing around Hogwarts grounds kind of way. Her love of animals and Quidditch is all bound up in this love of being out in the world. She feels very drawn to the Hogwarts Grounds and to the Forest, like generations of Weasleys before her. Also every WIP I have had her wearing a big fleece nicked borrowed from her dad or a brother because everyone knows cool girls wear big old fleeces, I don’t make the rules

- She’s intensely private. We know Ginny is popular. But I think of her public persona - outgoing, funny, sporty, warm, attractive - not quite as a front, per se, but a persona she knows is only half of who she really is. For all her popularity, she’s canonically quite guarded, in ways that allows her and Harry to relate to one another. I think of her as extremely unwilling to trust other people with her intimate thoughts and feelings. She’s very good at supporting her peers and classmates, but her own guardedness makes deep and meaningful reciprocal friendship with peers more difficult. After all, her family are in the Order: she couldn’t share lots of her wartime experiences with classmates in any real detail.

- I think during the war, under the Carrows, was the most isolating and lonely period of her life, bar her experience with the diary. She wouldn’t feel willing or able to share her feelings with her family or other Order members, nor with Neville and Luna - for all their experiences in common, neither Neville nor Luna had a capacity to meet her where she was at that year. I think her experiences with the diary, her fears about her own weakness and guilt over past failures, would mean she would try everything she could to train her brain actively to resist intrusion, either through torture, the Imperius Curse, or Occlumency.

- In the post-war years, her and Harry both take a lot of trips to the sea. For Harry, there’s comfort in the memory of that time in the spring of 1998 at Shell Cottage and the existential comfort he drew from staring at the sea in that final period of the war. For Ginny, it’s the memory of trips to the sea in Devon as a family when she was little, days out that they could never really do later during the war when trying to keep Harry safe at the Burrow during his stays. Whenever I imagine their most difficult conversations after the war, I like to think of them doing them by the sea, where they can look out at the tides and listen to the sounds of the sea while they struggle to find their words (and then they get fish and chips afterwards, to take the edge off).

(ask me anything!)

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Looking for: not sure maybe just venting, a response if you want.

Idk if there’s tw

I want to know if anybody else has been through similar? I’ve been revictimized a lot in my life I choice to stop socializing and going to events just isolating now because I don’t wanna be abused again…

I had two abusive exes. And after the second one which was pretty bad too, I chose not to date again.

I’ve had some toxic friends but nothing too bad but they do talk a lot of shit about me and spread rumors.

Ive dealt with abusive parents which is probably what set me up for failure in other relationships.

Ive dealt with being bullied by friend groups and by classmates. A lot of people stayed away from me because they heard rumors and some people asked me weird questions like Ik they heard rumors about me.

I feel like it is never ending. And I’m just destined to be abused no matter who I meet it’ll always happen. I always feel like this’ll follow me from lifetime to lifetime and god is punishing me.

I honestly feel like I’m not traumatized or it should’ve been worse for me to complain. Idk if I have any disorders I’m not diagnosed and I can’t find a doctor because I don’t have money. I’m just depressed ig. Kind of numb most days.

It almost feels like im playing victim card or something but Ik what I’ve been through. Like it feels like everyone hates me and they must be right about me. I mean Ik everyone hates me. Nobody wants to go near me. There must be a reason im avoided, there must be a reason im hated, they must’ve seen something broken in me that I couldn’t see and they’re just doing their duty as people to cast me out or bully me. My parents were so happy to have a kid and the picture of them holding me as a baby they look so happy and so caring in those pictures. I must’ve fucked up at a young age and that’s why they didn’t want me anymore. It’s my fault and I know it. Idk what to do anymore. I’m sorry you don’t have to answer this.

Hi anon,

It's entirely up to whether or not you want to date. However it's worth considering that life is a risk and you deserve the possibility of being loved to a degree you've never experienced before. That also extends to social gatherings - human beings are social creatures and need interaction to survive and thrive. Your past experiences do not deserve to steal your ability to have joyful and meaningful connections and memories. There are ways to enjoy a social life and love life without fear of abuse.

It also sounds like you're dealing with "mythologization" which is a common experience among survivors of complex trauma. Mythologization is a term I use to describe the feeling that the abuse you've experienced is on a cosmic or spiritual level, like feeling as if your abuse was predestined by god. Especially when you've been revictimized and polyvictimized, it's even easier to feel this way.

Going drastic lengths to avoid abuse is traumatized behavior. It's also common for trauma survivors to victim-blame and gaslight themselves as you've outlined in your last two paragraphs. It's okay to acknowledge that you have trauma, but it's understandable to find difficulty in accepting this due to the consequences of being traumatized.

It's important to remember that trauma is not defined by what happened, but instead by how we are affected. This is because there are various factors that affect one's resilience - the ability to recover from an adverse experience. Everyone is dealt a unique set of cards which means that everyone had varying degrees of resilience. So what may be traumatic to you may not be traumatic to someone else, but that doesn't mean you aren't or shouldn't be traumatized. It makes sense given the hand you were dealt and that's okay. This also means that it makes little sense to compare your trauma to those you feel have it worse - because they have a completely different life, with a completely different set of cards.

A difficult part of healing is acknowledging the severity of your past while giving yourself permission to be happy and enjoy the present moment. You do not have to be miserable to be a valid trauma survivor. You deserve to be happy in spite of everything that has happened.

-Bun

[marycecilyy]

hello angel, how are you? i hope everything's fine <3. so i always read cute headcanons of nathaniel taking care of candy when she is sick/hurt but i never found anything more detailed about it like a oneshot or something and i was wondering if you could write something like that if you want? you are very talented and everything you write is perfect, hope you're ok <3

Hello, anon! sorry for how much it took me to write this oneshot. It's been sitting in my drafts for sooo long, but I got the motivation to finish yesterday and here it is :) consider this my comeback from creative block (i hope it is indeed).

Sweet of You

Rating: General audiences

Pairing: Candy/Nathaniel

Words: 2018

AO3

That tuesday morning was even more tedious than usual for Nathaniel. He was trying to pay attention to History class, but Faraize wasn’t making it any easier for him, deviating from the subject every five minutes. The chapter they were supposed to cover that day was German unification, a theme that was capable of holding his attention for a long time if the class wasn’t so interested in asking the teacher every detail about his past relationships. Nath didn’t understand why his classmates were so eager to talk about anything but stuff that was actually going to be covered in their exams.

Either way, that day Nathaniel wasn’t as irritated by his friends’ efforts to dodge lectures as he normally would be. After all, he was barely listening to Faraize telling the entire class how miserable his own love life was. His mind was elsewhere, more specifically, on a girl that has been occupying his thoughts so frequently that he might have begun to charge rent.

If she was present that morning, Candy would’ve been sitting close to Rosa and Alexy, exchanging short looks and whispers that, although little, were everything they needed to communicate. He smiled, thinking of how much trouble the trio has been into thanks to their habit of knowing what’s up with everyone. Even though it bothered him sometimes, he would always remember how it was Candy and her will to help everyone that saved him from his father and be grateful for that. The bell rang and his classmates started to gather their things. It was time to go home. In the corridor, Nathaniel approached Rosa and Alexy, who were chatting next to the lockers.

“Hi Nath!” Greeted Rosalya, with a smile on her face.

“Hey, guys. How are you doing?”

“We’re good. So, what did you think of today’s class?”

“It was fine” Seeing how Alexy raised his brows in disbelief, he completed. “I didn’t pay much attention. I wish you guys just let him give his lecture in peace instead of asking so many personal questions, though. Unfortunately, the next exam won’t cover Sabrine and her addiction to putting ketchup on every dish.”

Alexy laughed loudly and Rosalya rolled her eyes, smiling. “You have to admit that his love failures are way more interesting to hear about than German Unification. And I’ll read the textbook later so it’s alright.”

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, do you have news from Candy? Is she recovering from her flu?”

“She’s getting better, in a few days she’ll come back to school.” Alexy said

Nathaniel smiled. That was good. “Okay. Well, see you, then.”He made a move to leave, but Rosa’s voice stopped him.

“You should visit her, Nath. We already did yesterday and she said what she got isn’t super contagious. She’d love to see another familiar face.”

“Yeah! I mean, we know we are amazing friends, but I have to admit we can be a tiny bit annoying sometimes…” added Alexy “Just a bit, okay?”

“You say? I never noticed that! After all, you two are so reserved…” Nath answered in a playful tone.

“Hey!”

Rosa giggled at the boys’s banter and slapped Nathaniel’s arm. “You better stop with that, mister. We’re trying to help you out.”

“Help me out? What do you mean?”

Rosa and Alexy threw a meaningful glance at each other, which made Nath feel a hint of suspicion. What were those two up to? Anyway, he let the subject go and said goodbye to his classmates.

Just as he was leaving the building, the suggestion his friends made crossed his mind. He would love to visit Candy, sure, but wouldn’t he be too pushy if he did that? Their recent “date” to the vet had been his idea and, even though she seemed to have a lot of fun, usual etiquette would tell him to wait for any indication of her wanting to do something again. On the other side, it wasn’t like she showed him signals of not being interested. It was quite the opposite, every day he was more convinced he should do something about his crush and ask her out on a proper date.

With all these thoughts roaming over his head, Nathaniel sat on a bench at the entrance of the park. As his eyes focused on the backpack resting over his knees, a thought occurred. He could tell Candy that the purpose of visiting her was lending her his notes from the missed days of school. What a great idea!

Before getting to her apartment, Nath went to the market and bought some treats to cheer her up. Though he wasn’t a fan of sweets, he knew it was a good gift for a girl. He was glad that he already knew her favorite types of candy due to her habit of always eating something with sugar before an exam (her justification was that the human brain functions in base of glucose, therefore she needed to get the calories she was going to burn).

Half an hour later, Nathaniel was at Candy’s doorstep, notebook in hands. He pressed the bell and waited for an answer. A moment later, the front door opened. It was her mother.

“Hello, Mrs Darcy.”

“Nathaniel! You must have come to see Candy, haven’t you? Come in!”

Candy’s mom was very nice to him. She brought him with a smile on her face, asking if he wanted something to drink. He replied politely that he wasn’t thirsty.

“Please don’t mind the mess, we weren’t expecting any visits today.” Lucia grabbed a blanket that was scattered across the couch. “Have a seat, I’ll go and fetch her.

Before he could answer anything, a groan interrupted their conversation.

“Mooooooooooom, who are you talking to? Don’t tell me it’s Rosa and Alexy again!”

He barely had time to process the thump of footsteps going down the stairs when he heard her voice again, clearer this time.

“Guys, you know I love you, but if I can’t take another day of you two poking at me. You know those visits are just an excuse to tease me all day about my thing with-” He laughed internally as he saw Candy freeze as soon as she noticed the person sitting in the middle of her living room wasn’t who she was expecting. Her face was so cute like that, eyes wide open and face growing redder by the second. However, his amusement vanished as soon as he noticed how she was dressed.

He didn’t know what he was expecting her to be wearing, but it sure wasn't a tiny pajama set that, although seeming comfortable, wasn’t fitting to receive visits from a guy. He looked at his hands, unable to glance any more at her underdressed figure. As quickly as Candy appeared she vanished, running up the stairs and slamming the door to her room. Worried, Nath stood up and slowly walked the same path she had just done, not before throwing a glance at Lucia and receiving an encouraging nod. From the outside of the bedroom, Nath heard a muffled cry as if she had just screamed with her head buried in a pillow. Not wasting any time, he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It's me. Nath.”

He waited patiently through the ruffling noises. A few moments later, she answered.

“Come in!”

He opened the door slowly and sighed in relief. Thankfully, she had put on a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt. He watched as she sat on the bed, looking as pretty as ever even though her hair was messy and her clothes rumpled.

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi… gosh, that was so embarrassing. I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you and-”

“Don’t worry. Actually, it was cute seeing you like that.” If this situation had happened a few weeks ago, he probably would have been mortified. Now, he was even able to make fun of it at her expense. Who would say, huh. He was enjoying the new confidence that was starting to bloom.

“Seeing me in my pajamas? Wow, I didn’t know you were a pervert, Nath.”

“W-What?”

His face instantly turned red. He was about to start explaining himself before he noticed the cocky smile on her face, finding his reaction very amusing. Some things never change, huh.

-x-

Candy adjusted herself in her bed and tapped the spot at her side, motioning for him to come sit beside her. “So… what brings you here?”

She was trying not to show it too much, but she was very happy that he came. The only people that went to see her were Rosa and Alexy and, with all the love that she had for them, she had been wondering whether any of the boys was going to come. It was such a pleasant surprise to see Nathaniel there.

“Well.” He made himself comfortable beside her and showed her the notebook in his hand. “You missed a lot of classes, so I brought the annotations I made this past few days.”

“Oh.”

Candy did her best to hide her disappointment. Even though she was happy that he cared for her learning, she was hoping that he came because he wanted to see her. She wished he felt the same rumbling in his chest as she did when she remembered their recent encounters and missed his presence. However, it made sense. He was the responsible president of the school union, it was like him to care for a classmate and friend. Still…

“Do you want me to go through my notes with you? Some of them are kinda messy, so it would be good if I explained them to you.”

She nodded, longing to talk about anything other than school. “I’m a bit hungry, so do you mind before we study if I go downstairs and get us something to eat?”

“Oh, shoot! I had forgotten!” Nath opened his backpack and started rummaging through it. Everytime their shoulders bumped with the motion of his arms, a tingle ran through her body. Being near him felt so good.

“Here it is.” Nathaniel retrieved a bag and emptied it all over the bed, revealing a mix of sweets. There were two chocolate bars, a few caramel lumps and a lot of sorted candies. Those were her favorite kinds of sugary food. How did he know?

“I’m not a fan of sweets myself, but I figured it would cheer you up.”

“Thank you, Nath. It was really kind of you. How did you know exactly which ones I loved?”

“Come on, you’re always eating those before any exam. I alway notice these details about people I care about.”

Candy didn’t fail to notice the sub intended message behind his words, and that almost made her choke on the chocolate she had already started chewing. After she recovered from the surprise, her eyes locked with Nath’s. She liked his company and how he cared about her. They had gone through a lot together. Plus, watching him free himself and be more open was pleasing. She liked every new layer of him he showed her. She liked him. All of him. “So, how has it been at school? I feel for you, having to put up with Rosa and Alexy without me to control their craziness must be hard.”

“Control, you say? I think it’s more of you engaging with all of their madness.”

“Hmm, maybe. Why? Do you have a problem with it?”

Nath laughed and put his hand over her thigh. Candy tried to ignore the rush that gesture sent through her body. They looked at each other in silence for a long time before his hand squeezed lightly her flesh in an intimate gesture.

“I don’t mind. I like it, actually.”

They did end up studying, after all. However, it wasn’t productive at all because all Candy could think of for the rest of the evening was his hand on her thigh and his eyes on her. Nath blamed her distraction on her fever coming back. She let him believe that.

[eliteprepsat]

1. BE RELIABLE

Many of the best teachers admire students who don’t necessarily follow the rules. But, it’s important to clarify that this only applies to being an intellectual rule-breaker and thinking outside of the box. What teachers don’t appreciate are students who deliberately disobey rules that are established for the sake of helping their classes run smoothly.

This may seem like it goes without saying. But one of the simplest ways to be a great student is just to be reliable. You can do this by always completing your work, arriving to class on time, and showing up every day prepared and ready to participate.

It’s not so much that students stand out for being reliable; it’s that students stand out for being unreliable—in other words, for all the wrong reasons. So, take the first best step toward securing a strong recommendation letter this way.

2. BE A TEAM PLAYER

Most of the best classrooms function like a sports team, where the teacher leads or guides (like a coach) and all of the students also have a role (like players). This stands in contrast to traditional (and largely outdated) classroom models where the teacher takes the only active role and the students are merely passive observers.

Good teachers relish students who are excellent team players—who listen actively, participate by making meaningful contributions to discussions, and generally exude a positive energy.

In my own experience, I’ve found that classes tend to function like the organic and often unpredictable flow of a basketball game. Some of the best moments in my classes have occurred when my game plan suddenly (and wonderfully) shifted because a student raised a compelling idea in discussion that we then pursued. I think of such students as my best teammates, giving me assists as I try to make a play.

But being a great team player in class doesn’t just involve your interactions with your teacher. It also involves how you interact with your other teammates, or classmates. Some of the strongest students I’ve worked with stand out in my memory not just because of how they treated their classmates, but also because of how their classmates responded to them.

Just as the best team players know when to lead and when not to hog the ball so as to let others on the team shine, so too do the best students know when to speak up and step in when their classmates need help, but also when not to dominate the conversation, actively listening instead so as to let their classmates also shine.

3. DEMONSTRATE CURIOSITY

Students often believe—incorrectly—that the best way to be a team player is simply to be the most “intelligent” student in the room. In reality, raw intelligence is typically not the attribute that good teachers appreciate most in their students. Instead, this attribute is curiosity.

What does it mean to “demonstrate curiosity” as a student? Generally speaking, it means having an open mind. If you encounter course material that is initially off-putting because it seems too difficult, for instance, don’t run the other way out of frustration. Instead, ask yourself: Why might this material be of interest? Why have people devoted their entire lives to its study? What could I learn from it?

With that said, another component of demonstrating curiosity is the ability (or at least the attempt) to draw connections between course material and your own interests or life. So, even if you are taking a class in a seemingly “foreign” subject (e.g. if you are in the sciences but taking a world literature course), again ask yourself what you might have to learn from this material. Perhaps you see parallels between the formal structures of storytelling and what you have been learning in one of your engineering classes. Bring this up in discussion! Not only will you find that the course is far more worth your time because it is applicable to something you care about, but your teachers will also appreciate your curiosity.

4. VISIT OFFICE HOURS

The best letters of recommendation are written by teachers who really know the student in question. Although there are exceptions to this rule, it’s typically not ideal, then, to request a letter from a teacher who you only studied with for a brief summer session, or who you never actually spoke to in person (say, from an online course).

In my own experience, the recommendation letters I write are better the more I know a student. So, if there is a teacher with whom you feel comfortable, don’t be afraid to open up to them a bit.

Why is this helpful for recommendation letters, exactly? If you are taking several AP courses while also juggling a heavy load of extracurriculars, a resume or transcript will show this at a glance. But if you are taking night classes while also raising a child or taking care of your ailing parents, for instance, the extent of your hard work will not likely appear anywhere on paper.

If you take the time to open up about the particulars of your life to a teacher, however, they can speak to your perseverance and grit in a meaningful recommendation letter to an admissions committee. That added understanding could very well mean the difference between a college acceptance or none.

You may or may not have opportunities to open up to your teachers during class. And you may or may not feel comfortable doing so. So, take advantage of your teachers’ office hours, when you can speak with them one-on-one and in person.

5. TURN IN AN IMPRESSIVE ASSIGNMENT

When writing recommendation letters, the best teachers will not write generally about the student in question. Rather, they will look for specifics to discuss. After all, specific examples are what help readers visualize and relate to what a writer is describing, ultimately becoming convinced of their claims.

In order to do this, teachers need to be supplied with specifics to write about you. So, if you’ve written an especially impressive paper, completed a particularly dynamic presentation, or organized a uniquely inspiring event, bring this to your teacher’s attention. It will give them something to focus portions of their recommendation letter around, and they can point to these specific examples as evidence of your mastery of a subject, your hard work, your passion, or any of your other exceptional traits.

Ultimately, your teacher’s reflections on these detailed examples will give admissions committees something to remember about you as a candidate, which is crucial considering how many applications colleges receive each year.

6. STAY IN TOUCH

Typically, students don’t require recommendation letters immediately upon completing a course. So, it can be difficult having to reach out to former teachers semesters—or even years—down the road. In this case, it can feel awkward asking them for the favor of writing a letter since you haven’t spoken in some time. You may wonder if they even remember you!

To avoid this, I suggest emailing your teachers not long after a course has ended just to say a friendly hello, to share that you enjoyed their class, and to ask if they might be open to writing you a recommendation letter in the future. Although you might not require the letter immediately, asking in advance in this way is a good idea for a few reasons. It demonstrates that you are taking initiative by being so forward thinking about your future success. It also helps to plant a seed in your teacher’s mind; they will be more likely to remember you when you reach out to officially request a letter one day.

Beyond this initial email, it is a good idea to simply stay in touch with your former teachers, especially if you believe you will request a recommendation letter from them eventually. Most teachers love to hear from their former students and get caught up on all of their wonderful achievements. So, don’t be shy about sharing yours. Again, if you do so, your teachers will be more eager to help when you contact them for recommendation letters.

SOME FINAL ADVICE FOR REQUESTING LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION

When requesting a letter of recommendation, it’s always best to ask your teachers well in advance of the deadline so that they have plenty of time to complete the work. This means that you should usually aim for giving them at least 4 weeks and never less than 2 weeks. Remember that while they typically understand that writing such letters comes with the job and are happy to help out their students in this way, teachers are very busy people. So, do what you can to make the task as simple as possible for them.

Beyond giving them ample time to complete their letters, you can also simplify the task for your teachers by giving them a copy of your resume and a few of your strongest assignments as references. Finally, be sure to always ask at least one more individual than is required as a backup in case your original letter writer doesn’t come through or fails to get their letter in on time.

[psycho-zom-atic]

My counselling sucks but anyway, I'm terrified by the cases the professor told us. Teen age suicides! Little girls of ages 14 and 15 ending their lives just because some moron left them or got them pregnant.

My dear little sisters, I know you hate being called kids but let me call you that lovingly. Please don't fall in love with some horny idiot who only cares about having a physical relationship with you. I know this sounds like an old story. If so why am I hearing new cases? It means that it still continues. You can definitely have a boyfriend/gf, go out with them, but be responsible. You must remember that even if someone cheats you, that's not the end of your life. You have new doors open infront of you if you turn around and look. Boy or girl You're not old enough to handle toxic relationships. If someone threatens to leave you if you don't want to have a physical relationship with them, that's a toxic relationship and I recommend you close that chapter instead of giving in to that person's Wiles.

If those girls I heard about were bold enough to say no to having something they didn't want to do, they would have been alive now. You know that prevention is better than cure. I'm not judging anything. Clever ones do things in a responsible manner and no one knows, nothing happens but most teens are careless and they commit blunders. Afterwards they get into trouble with their parents, school and society. The only way out of this for them is death.(I'm talking about such societies where children are raised in fear of the parents, teachers and the entire country. ) This is where a counselor either becomes a super hero or a complete loser.

If something like that happens, first you should stop fearing the society and what they'd think of you. If you fear the society for every single thing you won't be able to handle any kind of trouble you'd get into.

Don't lose faith in your parents. They would scold and even beat you up but they will never abandon you. Some parents would readily embrace you and get all the help they can for you.

Talk with persons whom you trust. It can be your best friend, sibling, parent or teacher, just talk to them about your problems and confusions before making drastic decisions. Talk to your school counselor. They are not sitting there for nothing. They're specially trained guides like I'm under training now. They can definitely help you decide what to do and it will be a positive experience.

Learn to say no. Value yourself the most. If someone sees you like a princess at first and later treats you like trash you have no obligation to put up with it. Just say no to whatever you are not alright with. Forcing to have a physical relationship with someone is a crime. You can talk about it with your teacher, counselor or parent.

If you see a classmate whose behaviour changed suddenly, stopped studying, and exhibits withdrawal from all activities including fun and games, beware of that child. He/she is suffering from some kind of trauma and you should report it to your home room teacher.

Be safe. I know I'll be laughed at but if this feels comforting to atleast one teen on Tumblr, my efforts are meaningful.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

When I was a student, a classmate of mine often spoke fondly of "E. T. Jaynes," since Jaynes was not only famous but a personal hero of his.

And I never questioned this because I was too intimidated. I didn't want to think that I was just a Jaynes imitator, copying some old dead guy on faith and not even understanding the basics of probability theory. It was enough of a mystery how anyone could think Jaynes's work was worthwhile.

In retrospect, I am very happy to say that I don't have that problem today. What I do have is the opposite problem, of thinking Bayesianism is so obviously correct that it isn't worth worrying about "what Jaynes actually said." I sometimes have this in the opposite direction too: I start out thinking of Jaynes as if he's "talking out of his ass."

I don't even remember who said it first, but I have heard that Jaynes was once asked about the likelihood of something "one million times a day" and so on and Jaynes "looked straight" at the questioner as if he'd said something so stupid that it would be almost comical if it weren't so embarrassing. This is funny for some reason, and I guess it's funny because Jaynes was the sort of person who would think something like this, but would also be so very wrong -- and if he were right, why would he be so stupid?

And I guess what I'm saying is that now that I think about it, Jaynes really does have some weird takes. He's full of stuff where the only way to make sense of it at all is that Jaynes's "axioms of thought" are actually all wrong and inconsistent and you just can't say any of it because it makes no sense.

(I think some people really do think this about some aspects of logic -- but then, that's what I say about most aspects of logic -- it just makes no sense to me as someone without formal logic. Why am I even wasting my time talking to other people about "propositional statements" when I could just spend a week reading Peano's Arithmetic)

When I say this I tend to go on like, "if you read Jaynes and didn't think his axioms were crazy, then you didn't understand Jaynes well enough," but if I think about it, it sounds to me more like Jaynes did not fully understand the probability theory he was "talking out of his ass about" when he was writing his book. Like, he had to know about something but his "axioms of probability theory" are the sort of thing that are so obviously wrong that you can't write a big book about them and expect people to have any idea what you're talking about. And the fact that people do means he probably didn't know.

Maybe it's just that some of Jaynes's axioms strike me as really "counterintuitive," although I'm not sure that is actually a meaningful distinction, so I may just be missing something about Jaynes's own thinking.

There is also the fact that Jaynes clearly had some ideas that did not survive his death. I mean, it's just a fact that when you die you forget about stuff that happened during your life, and it makes perfect sense that Jaynes forgot about some of his old ideas that didn't quite "work out."

For one thing, Jaynes had ideas about how the mind works that were not exactly mainstream: he thought that "probabilities" were not supposed to be assigned to propositions themselves, but instead were supposed to "refer to" certain propositions about the mind (you could have many such referents, one for each different mental thing you can think about, etc. etc.) And that, somehow, this fact explains how probability theory could account for our ability to do Bayesian inference, even though it doesn't seem to relate directly to the contents of our heads at all.

For instance, in Jaynes's old paper "Probability Theory: The Logic of Science" you read:

Although we are tempted to believe that some things are certain and that everything else is uncertain, this is a false belief. The true belief is that everything is uncertain, not that some things are certain. A false belief in the nature of our world may cause us much more trouble than a false belief in the nature of mathematics.

The question that I want to ask today, then, is whether any logical or mathematical structure can be proved "tautologically" certain, without appeal to any particular "principled basis for probability" or to "axiomatic or intuitive certainty" or to any other such basis.

This sounds a bit strange when you read it today, and yet I think the idea is really an important one and it was an insight Jaynes had, but it doesn't seem to be as widely acknowledged as it should be. In the "Probability Theory" paper Jaynes seems to be trying to draw the same type of connection between the "mathematics" of probability and the "logics" of logic that Wittgenstein (and other great logicians like Frege) were drawing in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. And the kind of work that these "logicians" were doing was all about trying to "explain" the concepts of logic using the tools of mathematics (in the same way that Jaynes's own "probability theory explains" Bayesian inference using probability theory) -- in other words, by showing that logic is part of a certain mathematical system. Jaynes's "probability theory as logic" is just one example of this kind of project, which is why he was very proud of the fact that he had found a place for it in probability theory.

The problem is that this kind of "explanation" involves making a claim about logic, not about the "explanandum," which is a different thing that we want to explain. So in a certain sense it is all wrong -- the whole project isn't really one of "understanding logic" or "understanding probability" but rather of understanding the relation between logic and probability. And of course, in Jaynes's case he can only "prove" that such a relation exists, not that it has any concrete "truth conditions." He's really "just" saying something like: "probabilities are a mathematical thing, and the stuff you say is true or false just like the stuff I say, which is itself a mathematical thing." Which is exactly what he says in the opening paragraph of the book, but I think this is a misleading view of how the book's entire body of work "justifies" it. In fact there is no justification, so much as he "justified" himself, with all his talk of "axioms."

Maybe there's a more subtle form of this distinction to draw. So there's the problem with Jaynes's book that he "justifies" it on the basis of "axioms of probability," but it doesn't seem like that justified him. Jaynes's book was well received and praised as a major contribution to philosophy and mathematics, yet it was widely criticized in both these areas. And the question that seems relevant is: can Jay

[robinnygrenart]

I didn’t feel very good in high school. Or life. Childhood. At all. There was a lot of negativity. I didn’t feel I belonged in my family and friends who I thought were ride or die had all just abandoned me as our class swished schools to fit in with the new popular kids and that meant, not to get seen talking to me. Any time someone in my class spoke to me were either to speak down to me or just hit my head into a wall. And well, I lived at a child care I guess is the closest translation so it's easy to feel abandoned by your relatives and you tell yourself your place there isn’t more than an income for your carers.

I felt useless. Absolutely 150% worthless. Waste of space and oxygen. If you think you can imagine that, you can’t. You have to experience it and not everyone makes it out of that journey alive. I kinda just dragged my lifeless body throughout childhood, telling myself “just one more day”, trying to find something to live for. Marvel-releases were kind of small milestones to strive for but lacked any real meaning, so now you know why I draw so much Marvel.

I didn’t talk much to my new class in high school as well, my friends I have known since kindergarten didn’t value me more than popularity, why would this new class?

So strangely enough, I find myself in a group chat with some other selected classmates one night and have to leave the conversation because of a sudden anxiety attack where, to my surprise, I get a notification.

One of the other classmates had noticed I stopped talking and reached out privately, asking how I was doing. And in my entire “emo-phase”, nobody had ever asked me that before. Not really, not in a meaningful serious way other than the usual polite “it’s been so long, how are you, enough about that…”

That was the first real step into this random girl who I expected would leave my life after graduation becoming one of the most important people in my life and holding my hand in this new journey into the light at the end of the tunnel.

Tiny moment after moment, inviting me for milkshakes, sleepovers, watching Good Omens, bonding over horror films, this girl made me feel like I was more than a waste of space, that maybe I… could matter?

And from feeling absolutely nothing, that I mattered nothing, less than so, to just… be invited to stuff. That was huge. It’s indescribably huge.

I am now 22 and can seriously say that I’m much older than I ever expected to be and I am grateful for that every good and bad day.

All because of that single message that one night. That first step on a ladder she probably didn’t know I needed to climb.

Thank you.

Reach out to someone, you never know who might be needing it.