#memorised for english class

[justabunchofdragons]

Do you have any poems memorized?

ooh not completely

[some-other-number]

screenshotted because I didn't want to derail the post this was on but time for another edition of 'george gets upset with his experience in school!!'

fun fact my english education must've really fucking sucked prior to literal university (excluding the writing class I took in grade twelve) because ah. I took english. they were more concerned about teaching us how to identify basic concepts until grade seven, in which year english was lumped in with history and geography, so basically the entire time dedicated to english was spent really slowly reading two books. no discussion about the themes one of which I think was only included because it was ~inspirational~. grade eight was better ig but it too was mostly really slowly going through a piece of media. I guess writing our own thing in a genre would theoretically get us to think about how the genre works, but it doesn't work in practice. the first time I had the opportunity to write that I didn't like something was when I was in grade fucking ten and my teacher got so mad at me she marked everything else I did that year down, told my m*ther I wouldn't graduate, and other such bullshit. I would've killed for an english class where being able to discuss why you didn't like something actually happened man

[u-know-too-much]

I just realised that I' just more advanced at picking up language and text theory whatever like?? Why wasn't I developed enough. I was reading past the normal reading level at five, why was no one wondering about that??

[cusimmrbrightside]

I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;

“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.

(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)

Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.

English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.

Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.

Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.

Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.

Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.

History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.

PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).

Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.

It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.

(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Icy II

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: You think about your life

When you first moved from Norway and your childhood team of SK Brann, you weren't quite sure what to expect.

You were nervous and anxious and that didn't settle at all even as you headed out of the airport to meet up with Ingrid.

You'd like to think you knew Ingrid fairly well, or at least well enough that she was letting you take her spare room. You'd been called up for the past three Norway camps, though you hadn't actually set foot on the pitch.

You'd come up through Brann's Academy, the top assister in the under-nineteen team and had even been called up to the first team on occasion.

That's where you think Barcelona heard of you because suddenly the La Masia version of your youth team was making the long trek to cold Norway in the height of winter to play a friendly.

They completely demolished your team but you had been serving perfect assists into the box those scant few times you had possession of the ball.

It wasn't even a week later that they were offering you a contract. You'd assumed it was for the B team but clearly the club saw something in you because the contract was for the first team and soon you were flying over to Spain to move in with Ingrid.

She wasn't alone as you approached her car, talking to a woman you recognised as Mapi León.

You didn't speak Spanish, that much was always obvious. You only spoke passable English as well so communication with your new teammates was something that was at the front of your mind.

But Mapi just smiled at you and sounded out a sentence she had clearly memorised in Norwegian to help settle you.

You liked Mapi, you decided in the instant and decided that you would actually try hard in your Spanish lessons so you could communicate with her properly without Ingrid as the go between.

You had a day or two to settle in your new home but ultimately meeting your new teammates had come along too quickly for your liking.

You knew Ingrid, of course. You kind of knew Mapi.

You knew Caro as well. You usual position was hers so you had worked closely at Norway camp together.

She'd come out to meet you, Ingrid and Mapi in the car park.

Caro existed on your wavelength. You were both quiet and a little socially awkward. You both played the same position. You understood each other.

You weren't huggers though. You had never really received a lot of affection as a kid, just a quick head pat when you exceeded your parents' already high expectation for you.

You weren't a hugger. Caro wasn't a hugger but the way her arm rested over your shoulders was support enough.

Meeting the team was something that sent you into a bit of a tailspin. All those world class players and you.

If Ingrid hadn't been behind you, a gentle hand pushing you forward, you were sure that you would have bolted.

She was a steady presence then and now as she lays in bed with you.

You think she feels bad about yelling at you. You think she also feels bad about not getting a hold of your parents until hours after the incident. If you hadn't been in unimaginable pain, you would have warned Ingrid that your parents rarely answered if it wasn't a formal email.

Ingrid's been stuck to you since you woke up, waiting hand and foot on you. You feel bad about that. It's just a broken wrist. It was just a little surgery. You don't need her to cater to your every need. You don't want to bother her like that.

"Have the painkillers kicked in yet?"

With your wrist still strapped up, you couldn't feel much pain apart from when it moved so Ingrid had dosed you up on as much medication as possible.

She'd done the same with Mapi an hour ago so her girlfriend was currently asleep in bed while Ingrid waits for the same to happen to you.

"Mmm," You grunt.

"That's not an answer," She teases," Have they kicked in yet?"

You try to tilt your wrist, a little hard to do in your cast but you still try. "Mostly. A little twinge."

You can feel Ingrid nod behind you.

"I think it's naptime."

"I'm not a baby."

"Mapi's napping. Is she a baby?"

You don't even have to think. "Yes."

Ingrid laughs behind you, hands untangling the knots in your hair. "The doctor said that a nap would probably help."

You huff.

You've never been much of a napper. You always liked to be doing something even if that something was cleaning up your room or reading a book.

"Fine."

You roll over on your side to lay your head against Ingrid's chest as her arm comes up around you to keep you close.

The door opens and Mapi limps in, laying her crutches on the ground to crawl into bed on Ingrid's other side.

She yawns.

"You didn't tell me we were having a sleepover," She complains sleepily, pulling some of the blankets away from you.

"We weren't." The painkillers have fully kicked in now so you're drowsy as well.

You know you and Mapi are talking but it's all jumbled up in your brain.

Ingrid feels the moment you go to sleep, the steady train of nonsense coming out of your mouth slows down and you go completely limp.

Mapi falls asleep soon after as well, her yapping coming to a close mid sentence as you both snooze comfortably on her chest.

This wasn't quite the plan.

Get Mapi to sleep.

Get you to sleep.

Then make dinner.

That was the plan but you're both crowded around Ingrid's body on your little bed that barely fits you all and Ingrid doesn't want to move and wake you.

Bagheera jumps onto the bed.

"Don't," Ingrid laughs but Bagheera ignores her.

She settles comfortably in Ingrid's stomach and falls asleep too, leaving Ingrid well and truly pinned down.

It's fine, she decides.

Both you and Mapi are out of hospital.

You can just order food when everyone's awake.

[liyaauhr]

SBG RANDOM HEADCANONS 🎀🔥

— When Tyler first saw Ashlyn’s hair he had a mini HEART ATTACK and not because the girl had the audacity to just blindly used a KNIFE to cut all her hair off without even thinking but also because of how fugly and uneven it turned out to be. The following day he brought a pair of cutting sheers to the bus and fixed her hair up while scolding and rambling on at her like a pissed off mother in Spanish. Ashlyn was just confused because her Spanish weren’t sufficient to keep up with Tyler’s speed but she was smart enough to know everything Tyler was saying was probably to be repeated to Lily…but he also made a point of smacking her hand away every Ashlyn got impatient and tried doing it herself.

(She started paying more attention to Spanish classes after that).

— Taylor and Aiden are not trusted to do ANYTHING together by themselves. Tyler is the worst Aiden enabler ever, if he has a dumb idea she will try to talk it out of him for 2 minutes MAX and then give up and join him instead (if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em). This once lead to them destroying a whole supermarket aisle while trying ride down their trolleys as fast as possible and then the second incident ensued them getting lost for 3 hours at a theme park (the only reason the rest of the gang found them in the end because Aiden somehow managed to sneak into the theme parks control room and use the mic).

— More Taylor and Aiden (because not enough people talk about these two!!!): They’re banned from playing music in the car. Aiden plays the same songs repeatedly on full blast and Taylor's song choices always end up starting a fight.

— Out of all of the gang the ones who get the best grades are Tyler, Logan and Aiden in that order. Logan and Tyler actually try really hard in class which is why they usually get A’s but while the STEM side of Logan’s grades are shining, the English side? Not so much. He’s working on it though! Somehow Aiden gets As and Bs while paying 0 attention in class. Taylor usually gets Bs with the occasional A, Ben usually gets B’s and Ashlyn’s grades have been slipping because of all the stress in the phantom realm, she used to get Bs and As but now she’s been seeing a lot more Cs and even D’s.

— Tyler and Ashlyn get forced to hold hands every time they argue until they apologise. Takes a damn long time for that to happen because it’s Taylor and Ashlyn. Why not just stop holding hands, you ask? Turns out Taylor Hernandez can be a REAL BITCH sometimes.

— Ben is an observer, sometimes when the group hangs out and something interesting happens, he’d sketch it out on his notepad and finish it at home. He also has sketches of all his friends but doesn’t like to show anyone because he’s a perfectionist lol.

— Even though Aiden’s house is the biggest, it’s actually Ashlyn’s house they mainly hang around with because of one thing: her parents. The Banners ended up becoming second parents to literally all of the kids and actually enjoy having them around.

— Adding onto the previous headcanon, Ashlyn’s parents have little details of the kid’s memorised. Like Logan’s peanut allergy, the way the Hernandez twins always linger around to try and help out someway,

— Aiden and Ben have separate rooms but more often than not Aiden usually ends up having spontaneous sleepovers in Ben’s room. Ben doesn’t mind and enjoys the company and Aiden dislikes the memories associated with his room.

— Taylor loves Taylor Swift, Ashlyn hates her for it (if she has to hear love story one more time she will sell Taylor to a phantom).

— Every time they hang out at Aiden’s house Taylor somehow always gets lost.

— They all make a point to show up for eachothers’ personal events e.g Tyler’s baseball games, Ashlyn’s ballet performances, help out at Logan’s greenhouse etc.

— Tyler is a secret romcom lover.

— Logan and Aiden are the resident horror enthusiasts.

[robin-evry]

Hi, I love your headcanons, is there any way for a Kaibyo! Yuu?

Glad you enjoyed it, ask and you shall receive

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐘𝐎 😺👻

Kaibyō (怪猫, "strange cat") are supernatural cats in Japanese folklore. Examples include bakeneko, a yōkai (or supernatural entity) commonly characterized as having the ability to shapeshift into human form; maneki-neko, usually depicted as a figurine often believed to bring good luck to the owner; and nekomata, referring either to a type of yōkai that lives in mountain areas or domestic cats that have grown old and transformed into yōkai.

( English is not my first language )

Day 2 : kaibyo!yuu

The entrance ceremony goes exactly the same, waking up in a coffin,grim sets the fire to the school and acatera. Originally kaibyo!yuu thought that grim was the same kin, mystical cats able to manipulate blue flame and are capable of human speech, before the blue flame can spread kaibyo!yuu use their magic to stop it, for compensation kaibyo!yuu ask Crowley to allow grim to enter the school as another student.Crowley unfortunately has no choice ( literally )

Since the mirror said that kaibyo!yuu but they display some abilities to control fire and shape shift. So Crowley still allowed them to attend the school. When Crowley presents the ramshackle dorm to kaibyo!yuu, he swears they send him the most disgusted glared in the world. He swears when he was sleeping, he felt someone was watching and is cursing him. After being unable to take it any longer he fixed the dorms and that allowed him to sleep peacefully... For now.

Kaibyo!yuu as a student likes to sleep during class, when Mr trein asks them a question about a subject, they answer correctly, when a test happens they always get good grades and manage to stay on top of class and during a portion project they always get it perfect.

Technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old since in mythology if cats live more than 7 years or turn 12 years, they are able to turn into a kaibyo or bakeneko. So technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old but in cat years they would be 64 years old.

Kaibyo!yuu has the ability to manipulate blue flames as well to shape shift and are able to create illusion but it's not as realistic as kitsune!yuu. They are able to cast but they do need a piece of paper to cast them. By writing fire and throwing it or something touch it, it will summon a fire it's similar to glyph magic from the owl house.

Not to mention kaibyo!yuu have incredible stamina, flexibility, and speed as well to quick reaction speed. Since Kaibyo!Yuu have the ability to shape shift to a human disguise, but they usually aren't in this form either. Because it takes too much energy, so they fused both their human form and yokai form into one. In this form they have their feline features around their body but with a human body including their cat ears and a tail. Their body is covered in a thin layer of fur. As well a bonus to be immune to poison.

kaibyo!yuu is pretty laid-back but also quite blunt without realizing it. They are incredibly brutally honest but showing this side for those who are not close to them, only acting nice for those who are around their circle.

In this situation, when kaibyo!yuu was standing in the middle of a room too busy paying attention, someone stepped on their tale as a joke, let's just say the person ended up living with a multiple bloodied cat scratches on their body and face. rook is incredibly infatuated about them wanting to learn more about there physiology, so he went straight ahead and ask them let me tell you, kaibyo!yuu send this dude the most deadass glare in the world and that didn't work on him cause he keeps asking and every time when they tried to scratch he managed to dodge. Vil practically sees kaibyo!yuu as a potential to be a model or an actress due to their pretty appearance as well as there talent of memorising something quickly and perfectly, but their personality is a total downgrade.

Their main diets are usually poison. During lunch they will bring a snake, they hunt from the woods and eat it there, this certainly scares the vice warden of scarabia. After hearing their immunity to poison Jamil will ask for kaibyo!yuu to taste the food for kalim and if they like it, it means it's poisonous. This allowed kalim to eat food more freely as well Jamil not risking his lives.

Idia first impression on kaibyo!yuu was cute, behind the tablet he really wanted to pet them but after a few chapters. Idia is now afraid of kaibyo!yuu feeling they would judge him and send him a glare towards his way. He would just die.

Also after kaibyo!yuu have a cellphone given by Crowley. Carter introduced them into gaming and now they're hooked.

Kaibyo!yuu would not bid fairly in the octanaville chapter due to it taking place at water and they hate getting wet, because they feel heavy. And how long their fur can dry up, PS : they also mention having a sibling who is a nekomata.

[pompadourpink]

It's a new beginning!

Hello children,

September is coming, school too for some of you - often a great moment for a bit of decluttering and a few new good resolutions. Here am I, offering myself as one of them!

As you hopefully know, I started this blog in 2016 and have been a private tutor since the beginning of the pandemic. I have room at the moment for several new students, so here is what I offer:

Classes, obviously - the typical schedule is one hour a week, sometimes one and a half, or one every two weeks, or two every two weeks; typically same day same time (I'm always happy to make adjustments if you work shifts)

Homework, if you can make the time for it. I typically prefer it to be finished by the middle of the week so that I have time to take a look and correct it, giving you the opportunity to give it a second try before class!

Depending on your preferences, either just a few activities so we can take our time, especially if you are a beginner, or something a bit more dynamic consisting in five to ten minute long activities to keep you motivated and alert (which seems to be a crowd's favourite as most of my students are neurodivergent).

Talking activities are typically answering series of questions I share from my Notion, talking about your week, summarising a book or a movie, making me guess a word or a person, or a concept I call "alien talk" where you explain something (like a vaccine or insurance) from scratch to a little red man.

Writing activities are often fictional (I have students create a little character on a website and we write an update about their life regularly), they can also be an overview of your month, a letter to quit your horrible job or convince Snoop Dog to marry you because you are a gold digger.

Transcribing activities, especially at the beginning, are either me reading very easy sentences so you can write them down and memorise the way things sound, then it's episodes from young children's shows, extracts from very famous movies, then we hit harder and turn to gameshows or podcasts.

Translating activities, from one language to another, are a written translation of the first page of a novel (I did the Secret History recently), or a newspapers article (we are working on this one at the moment); or an oral translation of songs lyrics, fairytales, children's books, muted captioned playthroughs of your favourite games on Youtube, etc.

Finally, a few games: silly quizzes, crosswords, Wordle and even Quordle, hangman, and sometimes we even sing if you're comfortable with that.

Here is the link of my website where you will find reviews and a list of what to send me to get the process started. A few things to know:

I try to make the activities fit your preferences: get me a list of what you like and that is what we will work on. If your first language is not English, I am happy to include it, I'm always eager to learn (I've been reviewing my Spanish this way!)

I work without cameras. I don't need to see your face, I just need a voice and a good Internet connection. All students are welcome, no matter if you have an accent, a stutter, or disabilities. Do not be afraid of being judged, there is none of that here.

I ask for your contact information to be able to do my billing, no one else sees it and no one will know if you give me the address of a building in your area if you feel more comfortable this way. If you prefer to have a lesson first and decide that you want to continue before sending me your info, that's also an option.

I have a student and a regular rate, depending on what you can afford, and we can make different arrangements if your country's rate makes it too difficult, I've done it before.

Please comment if you have a question!

Much love,

Rose

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (23) Apology

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter23)

Summary: Rosie shares a surprise with her parents and uncle. All of them have different thoughts about this unexpected development, and silent negotiations are carried out.

Twenty-Three Years Old

I knew that Papa not fully understood my reason for studying international politics and data, but to his credit he didn’t for one second try to convince me to give it another thought and opt for something science related instead. Dad was just relieved that I’d finally had found a path to walk, after several failed attempts. Uncle Myc, well he tried to hide how utterly pleased he was with my choice, but by now I knew him well enough to read the signs. Truth be told, said signs weren’t that subtle.

“Bien choisi ma chérie,” he beamed at me, while Papa scowled at him.

“Merci oncle,” I retorted. “I can’t wait to start this and go to Paris.”

The three-year BA degree was taught by The University of London Institute in Paris. We would be taught in English, but if we had an A level in French, we could also take French courses. I’d learned French in school for years, and uncle Myc and I often conversed in French when uncle Greg wasn’t around.

I think it’s needless to say that my security and comfort in France was well taken care of. Papa and uncle Myc had a conversation using their eyes only when I spilled the beans. Dad knew exactly what was going on and went to make tea while negotiations were carried out. Once the brothers were satisfied, uncle Myc took out his phone and sent several texts or emails. By now, I knew it’ll be futile to pester any of them of what was going on. I was just relieved that no one had tried to talk me out of it, making me feel uncertain or guilty for leaving the country; actually, moving out of my childhood home.

My reasons for choosing this subject were multifaceted. I’d always enjoyed learning facts, obscure and otherwise, about different countries and cultures. Having had a relatively unorthodox upbringing, containing all sorts of people, played a big part too. The cherry on top was that the school was abroad. Nana’s tales of her experiences overseas and how educating it is to have lived some time in another country and society, had always seemed enticing to me.

***

The university was situated close to the Invalides and the Seine, while my lodgings were in the Charonne area in the 11th arrondissement on a cosy cobble street, with a nearby metro station. My landlady, Marguerite Vachon was one of uncle Myc’s acquaintances, from where, I still have no idea. 

Marguerite preferred that I used her given name instead of the formal, Madame Vachon.

“Je ne suis pas ancient,” was her favourite line and reminded me quite a lot of Nana.

“I am not ancient, dear,” was a statement Nana had used every so often.

Marguerite was a petite and elegant woman. Her hair was cut in a bob, coloured black with a few red stripes. I never saw her without lipstick or makeup. She always wore bespoke dresses and high heeled shoes. I deduced that she was far more than a landlady. When I left for school in the morning, I could hear her sing or talk on the phone, and when I returned, she always opened her door and inquired about my day.

“She’s clearly spying for Mycroft,” Papa’s voice told me.

And there was something about her, which I couldn’t put my finger on. Something mysterious, secret, perhaps even dangerous. 

***

It seemed like Marguerite had my schedule memorised. Not that I’d given her the information, but when she slipped, I got my suspicions confirmed. To be fair, it wasn’t slipping per se. She couldn’t have known that class was dismissed early that day.

Luckily, I spotted her and was able to hide behind a wall before she saw me. I’d almost missed her, because she wasn’t wearing her normal dress and high heels, but red trousers, a white and blue-striped jumper, and white trainers. Instead of one of her posh handbags, she had a dark blue canvas bag diagonally draped over her chest.

Papa had taught me a few tricks when it came to the fine art of following people without being discovered. I’ve never had much use of them obviously, but now I saw an opportunity. How I would explain this and apologise if I was caught, never crossed my mind.

I was sceptical when Marguerite walked to the metro station, but I was able to get into the same carriage as her, and it seemed that she had no idea she was being followed. She got off three stops later and walked in the direction of the big Père-Lachaise cemetery.

A fitting location for obscure and shady affairs.

Marguerite knew where she was going, walking briskly but not hurried. I had walked the premises several times before and knew where she was headed when I saw the grand tomb of Sir Richard Wallace, the British baronet who contributed millions to the Parisian poor during the Siege of Paris in the early 1870s.

This reeked of another posh Brit I knew.

When Marguerite had placed a folder by the tomb and another woman picked it up five minutes later, I had a hard time keeping myself composed. The woman picking up the folder was the French equivalent of Anthea.

I sent uncle Myc a text when both women were out of sight.

Thanks for keeping track on me, but this thing is like being part of a French noir film. You can tell Papa I think you’re both growing sentimental, and I demand an apology!

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[soshiharin]

introducing me

summary: in which harin meets someone new

set: mid march 2005

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mention of food, vomit, diet; slight angst

an: dialogue in bold are english, dialogue in bold italics are italian. i fought through writers block to complete this so if it’s not spectacular, theres the explanation. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

“And that’s one of the vocal training rooms,” the company staff member said, pointing at the door where the faint sound of someone singing could be heard. “You’re a vocal trainee, so you’ll mostly be in one of these rooms.”

Harin nodded, looking around her at the different rooms.

The staff member checked the watch on her wrist, sighing lightly. “I have to get going now because I have a meeting, so I’ll have to find someone to finish the tour with you…” she looked around them, feeling despaired at not seeing any trainees. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a young dark-haired girl. “Oh! You there,” she called out, pointing at the trainee, who quickly rushed to the staff member.

“When is your next class?” The staff member asked.

The trainee looked around the hallway walls for the nearest clock, shaking her head when she didn’t see one. “My next class is at quarter past five, seonsaengnim.”

The staff member checked her watch once more. “Okay, that’s in ten minutes.” She put her hand on Harin’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. “This is Jang Harin, she’s a new trainee. I was just giving her a tour, but it took longer than expected and I have a meeting, so I need you to finish giving her the tour.

The trainee eyed Harin as if just noticing she was there. She nodded her head after some time. “Okay, seonsaengnim.”

“Good, good. Don’t forget to ask any questions, okay?” She directed the question to Harin before leaving quickly.

Harin nodded awkwardly as she assessed the girl in front of her. She looked to be around the same age as her, both girls having a bit of a youthfulness to their faces. “I’m Jang Harin,” she introduced herself.

The girl nodded, bowing her head in greeting. “I’m Kwon Yuri,” she said. “How old are you?”

“I’m fifteen internationally. So that’s… seventeen in Korean age,” she said with a nod.

“Ah, are you from out of the country?”

“Yes… I lived in Italy and the UK.”

Yuri gasped softly. “I don’t know any Italian,” she muttered under her breath. “Um… What rooms have you seen already?”

Harin stared at Yuri for a second before answering, “I’ve seen the vocal ones.”

“Okay. Thi–This way.” Yuri pointed down the hall and began walking. “Dance room.” She pointed at one of the doors that they passed. “Boys’ room.”

“I forgot to ask you, but how o–”

“Speak English,” Yuri interrupted her. “You speak English, fine.” She did a thumbs up. “You are… foreigner, so it’s okay to not speak Korean. Don’t force yourself to speak Korean.”

“Okay,” Harin said, making sure to speak with a London accent, “I’ll speak English. How old are you?” She asked her question again.

Yuri gestured between the two of them. “Same. December.”

“Ah…” Harin nodded before pointing at herself. “November.”

They finished the rest of the tour within seven minutes, Yuri trying her best to explain the various rooms in English — she ended up saying half of the sentences in Korean, but Harin didn’t say anything about it — as they walked on.

Yuri clapped her hands when she finished showing Harin around. She pointed over her shoulder. “Dance class,” she said.

Harin nodded, understanding what she was saying. “Okay. Thank you for the tour.” She bowed politely, Yuri reciprocating before leaving in a rush. Harin sighed, watching as the girl ran off. “She’ll have to run down the stairs to make it in time for her lesson,” she muttered to herself. After frequently changing schools growing up, Harin became amazing at memorising building layouts, the SM Entertainment building being no exception.

She made her way to her vocal class that started in ten minutes, deciding to just be early. When she entered the room, she saw three other girls sitting inside, none of them talking to each other. She took a seat against the wall, near the door, smiling timidly at the other trainees. All but one ignored her, sending her a polite smile in response before continuing to hum to herself. Harin didn’t take it personally, she already knew that not everyone would be friendly or particularly excited to see a new face — that’s just one more person to beat out for a chance to debut. She just crossed her legs and began to warm up her voice.

There weren’t usually that many trainees at the company so early. Since she went to an Italian international school, her school day ended at 13:30, meaning she would be at the company early, as opposed to most of the other trainees, whose school days ended at 16:00. So she was shocked to see a group of eight girls in the cafeteria, having a late lunch at 15:13.

She wordlessly put food on her plate, making sure to avoid all of the seafood options. Sitting down at one of the many empty tables, she opened the book that she was reading in her free time.

“Oh, Harin-ssi!”

She looked up to see a girl approaching her excitedly, much too excitedly. Her hair was in pigtails and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, a dark tint on her lips, probably lipstick. The girl sat down next to Harin, panting heavily as she regained her breath.

“How are you?” The girl asked after some time.

“I’m good,” Harin responded hesitantly. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I didn’t have school today because I wasn’t feeling well this morning, but I felt better after some time so I decided to come here early.”

“Did you just have a class?” She asked, eyeing the sweat on the girl’s face.

The girl shook her head. “I just arrived right now. I was planning on going to stretch a bit before working on my monthly evaluation dance.”

Harin nodded every so often as she listened to the girl speak, trying to identify her. Her voice didn’t sound familiar, and she had no distinguishing facial features. She just silently prayed that the girl would mention something about how they knew each other — maybe they shared a class?

“My stomach was a bit sore, so I figured I’d just grab a quick lunch,” the girl continued speaking, “but now that I’m in the cafeteria, I don’t really want to eat anything. Maybe I’m not hungry.”

“Or maybe you have a stomach bug,” Harin offered. “You should have some water just to check.”

The girl nodded in agreement. “Ah! I should. Let me go get some.” She tapped the table rhythmically before going to pour herself a cup of water. In the time it took her to do so, Harin quickly finished her lunch and went to return her tray to the designated area.

As she walked away, she saw that the girl was holding onto her stomach, a grimace on her face as she leaned against the wall near the exit to the cafeteria. Harin approached her, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She asked. The sweat on the girl’s forehead was more noticeable, along with the deep breaths she was taking.

“My stomach suddenly got so sore,” she groaned.

Harin looked around the room, the other trainees had already left to go to their classes and the cafeteria staff were in the back. She put her book on the nearest table before returning her focus to the girl in front of her. Harin placed her hand on the girl’s forehead, feeling her temperature. It was a bit higher than normal, indicating a fever.

“I think you might have to go to the hospital and get some fever pills,” Harin said.

The girl shook her head. “I feel fi–” She stopped talking as she leaned forward and emptied her stomach, some of her vomit landing on Harin.

I can’t be a doctor, she thought to herself as she heard people gasping. She felt someone pat her with serviettes, trying to wipe the vomit off of her.

“Is she okay?” Someone asked, patting Harin repeatedly with a serviette.

“Does she look okay?” Harin questioned.

One of the girls held the sick girl up when she began to sway a little. “Yah, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Hyoyeon-ah. Just a little sick.” The girl shook her head.

“That’s very clear,” Harin said. She looked down at herself, the two girls patting her down did a good job of cleaning the vomit off of her jeans and shirt. Judging by the expressions on everybody’s faces, it must’ve smelled bad.

“Maybe she needs to get an IV drip,” a girl with light brown hair suggested.

“You might also have to go with her to make sure you don’t catch whatever she has.” That comment was directed at Harin by a girl she didn’t know.

Harin nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” When nobody moved, Harin asked, “Am I going with her now?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

A taxi was called to take the two of them to the nearest hospital and they were both given jackets to wear. Harin tried to stifle her laugh when the taxi driver rolled down all the windows in the car when they entered. She failed.

The drive to the hospital was incredibly long. So long that Harin managed to read another sixty-three pages of her book — she had packed it in her backpack before leaving — occasionally rubbing the sick girl’s head that was in her lap. Once they made it to the hospital, Harin helped the girl out, supporting her by putting her arm around her shoulder. When they made it into the reception area, Harin told the receptionist what was going on, the sick girl chiming in every so often. They were given a hospital bed in the general ED, the nurses hooked the sick girl to the different machines so that they could monitor her vitals.

After twenty minutes, the curtain was pulled open and a male doctor walked in, closing the curtain behind him. “Hello,” he greeted, holding an iPad close to his side. He briefly glanced at the sick girl, who was lying with her eyes closed, feeling a bit groggy. “The nurses told me a bit of what happened, but can you tell me again?” He asked Harin, who nodded.

“Yes. We’re trainees at SM Entertainment and I was eating lunch when she walked in and she was sweating a bit, but she said she hadn’t done any physical activity. She also said that she was feeling sick in the morning so she didn’t go to school. Um, she said she went to the cafeteria to have lunch because of a sore stomach, but that when she got there, she lost her appetite. Then I suggested she drink some water, I can’t remember if I said it should be warm or not. She went to get water, I don’t know if she did, but she was leaning on the wall holding her stomach. There was more sweat on her forehead and her temperature was high. Then she vomited on me and we came here,” Harin told the doctor.

“Okay, okay,” the doctor nodded. “I’m her doctor, Park Seungho. What is her name?”

Harin pursed her lips, trying to remember if she was told the girl’s name. “Hey, who are you?” She asked the girl.

The girl opened her eyes, looking at Harin with a weak offended expression. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know who you are,” Harin said.

“Yes, you do. I’m Yuri! I gave you a tour of the company.”

Harin nodded her head. “Hi, Yuri,” she said before facing the doctor again. “Her name is Kwon Yuri and she was born in December of 1989,” she told him, watching as he wrote the information down on his iPad.

Walking over, he looked at Yuri’s vitals. “Her temperature is quite high,” he muttered. “I’ll have a nurse come draw her blood and take it to the lab,” he said before leaving.

“Yah,” Yuri weakly called out, pointing an accusatory finger at Harin. “How could you not know who I am?”

“Humble yourself. I have facial blindness,” Harin told her. “You look like an entirely different person.”

“Facial blindness? What’s that?”

“I can’t recognise people.”

“Not even your parents?”

“Well, if it’s someone that I see often, like my parents, then I pay attention to any distinguishing features they might have. Like, my mom has a beauty spot in her cupid’s bow and my dad has a scar by his jaw from when he was young. I also pay attention to their voice, footsteps, hairstyle, and clothes.”

“Ah… And their scent?”

Harin shook her head. “I don’t have a sense of smell.”

“You can’t smell?”

The loudness of Yuri’s voice shocked Harin a bit.

“Yeah. It’s nothing worth paying attention to.”

“So you don’t know what tteokbokki smells like?”

Harin stared at her in shock. “N–No. No, I don’t.” She shook her head, pretending to be upset.

“Not even kimbap?”

“N–Not that either.”

“What about–”

“I don’t know what anything smells like,” she interrupted. “Anything, so…”

At that moment, a nurse came into the room. “I’m here to take her blood,” he told Harin.

“Oh, yes. I’ll get out of your way.” She walked out of the curtain to stand outside. A few moments later, the nurse came out. Harin popped back inside, going back to standing in the corner. Yuri looked like she was falling asleep, her head lolling to the side every few seconds.

“Yuri,” she whispered as she picked up her bag. The girl looked at Harin, a questioning expression on her face. “Scooch over.”

“What?”

Harin repeated herself, “Scooch over. There’s nowhere for me to sit and I’m tired of standing.”

“Okay.” Yuri shifted to her right, creating space for Harin to sit on the hospital bed.

Harin dug around in her bag for the book she was reading before joining Yuri on the bed. She began to read it again, focusing on the words on the page.

Yuri cleared her throat. “Read to me,” she requested.

“What?”

“I’m bored and I don’t have anything to do. Read to me,” she repeated.

Harin shook her head in disbelief. “Okay then.” She sighed and began to read her book out loud. She managed to read five sentences before Yuri spoke again.

“What is this book about?” She asked, displeasure coating her tone.

“Cardiology,” Harin answered. “It’s what I’m going to study in university, so I’m reading this book about the basics.”

Yuri hummed monotonously in acknowledgement, her facial expression not changing. “Okay.” She sighed. “It’s boring,” she said, interrupting Harin as she was just about to continue reading.

“I can’t really do much about that.”

“Do you have any other books?”

Harin nipped her bottom lip as she thought. “I have Matilda,” she offered.

Yuri thought for a second before nodding her head. “Okay.”

Harin stood up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. She returned to the hospital bed and started reading from the first page. She made it to the second chapter before Yuri started groaning.

“You smell really bad,” she whined.

“You vomited on me,” Harin dismissed her complaint.

“Ew,” Yuri groaned, blocking her nose with her fingers.

“I should be the one complaining,” Harin muttered under her breath. “Should I read to you or not?”

Yuri quieted down as she thought. “Read.”

“Okay.” Harin continued to slowly read the book to Yuri, stopping every now and then whenever the sick girl started groaning. After another five chapters, the doctor returned to the room. He told the girls that Yuri had a stomach bug and would just need IV and to rest when she got home. When he told her not to go to training until she was totally okay, she pouted a bit.

“Doctor,” Yuri called out just before the doctor left, “is there a Lost & Found here?”

“Yes, there is. Why do you ask?” Seungho tilted his head in curiosity.

Yuri weakly lifted her hand to point at Harin. “I vomited on her and she smells bad.” Harin resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Is there anything she can change into?”

Seungho looked at Harin, his eyes widening as if he just noticed the dry vomit on her shirt and jeans. “Oh, I’ll ask one of the nurses to bring you something to change into.”

“Thank you.” Harin bowed her head as he left. She continued reading the book, only stopping when a nurse came by with clothes for her to change into. Once she returned from the bathroom after changing, she put her clothes in her bag.

After some time, a nurse checked on Yuri’s IV, and offered her something to eat for dinner. Realising the time, Harin stood up.

“I think I’ll go now,” she said.

“Really?” Yuri gasped.

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I have training and homework, so…” She trailed off as she shouldered her bag. “Where should I go to pay?” She asked the nurse, who directed her to a part of the hospital.

When Harin got to the payment centre, she pulled out her debit card. When she left Italy to come to Korea, her parents gave her €200 to convert to Korean Won. They told her that they would give her a monthly allowance of €100, which she didn’t use very often since she was still only a student. Thus, she had most of her allowance and was able to pay Yuri’s hospital bill with no problem.

Harin went back to Yuri’s room to tell her that she paid for everything and to get better soon before leaving. She got on a bus to the SM Entertainment building, getting off a few blocks early. Walking up to a pay phone, she called her dad’s number and listened to the ringing sound. It ended up going to voicemail and she sighed.

“Please answer,” she muttered under her breath, calling him two more times, but he still didn’t answer. She bit her bottom lip, looking around the park, the setting sun casting a golden light everywhere. Knowing she only had only one option, she took a steadying breath before dialling a different number.

“Hello?” Eunkyung answered after the third dial.

“Hi, mum. It’s me.”

There was silence for a while. “Hi. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. How are… How are you?”

“I’m good.” There was some more prolonged silence. “Look, Harin, I’m really busy, so–”

“Yeah, yeah, um… I just wanted to tell you that I used some of my allowance today. It wasn’t a lot.”

“Okay. Is that all?” There was impatience in her tone.

Harin sighed. “Yes, mum. That’s all.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye. Say hi to dad and Harrison for me.”

Eunkyung hummed before ending the call. Harin put the phone back in the holder, her shoulders sagging. She hadn’t really spoken to her mom since coming to Korea, only to her dad. She knew her mom was angry with her for wanting a career in the arts instead of in medicine, and she just couldn’t deal with the constant disappointment and judgement.

Not for the first time, she thought of Matilda, born in a family that didn’t understand her. But she had a Miss Honey, someone who cared for her and supported her. Harin likened herself to Matilda a lot; her dad understood her but didn’t necessarily support her, her brother supported her but didn’t necessarily understand her, and her mom… cared for her in her own way, though Harin never felt it. Not for the first time, Harin prayed for her Miss Honey, someone she wouldn’t have to constantly prove herself to.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she took a shuddering breath and rolled her shoulders back, continuing to worry on her bottom lip. She made the short walk to the SM Entertainment building, ready to attend her singing lessons, getting one step closer to her dream.

bonus:

A few days later, Harin was in one of the vocal rooms; she had booked it to have a private session. She was in the middle of a song when she heard a knock on the door. Pressing pause on the backtrack, she went to open the door, seeing a girl dressed in black leggings, a red, cropped shirt, and blue sneakers. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had a bracelet around her wrist.

“Hi!” She greeted energetically, the bracelet jingling as she waved. “I’ve been looking for you the past few days, but I couldn’t find you anywhere. I wanted to thank you for taking me to the hospital the other day,” she said.

Harin nodded, finally knowing who the girl in front of her was. “It’s no problem, Yuri.”

“Yeah, I’m just really thankful an–” She abruptly stopped speaking, a confused expression taking over her features. “You speak Korean?” She asked, pointing an accusatory finger at Harin.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you told me that.”

“I didn’t,” Harin denied, slightly shaking her head. “You assumed I couldn’t speak Korean and I didn’t feel the need to correct you. Besides, we were speaking Korean when we were at the hospital, and when I was reading Matilda, it was in Korean,” she pointed out.

“Oh. I– Anyways, I wanted to thank you,” she said, putting her hand down. “And to say that if you ever need help with something, then you can come to me.”

“Thank you, Yuri. I’ll keep that in mind.” Harin flashed her a genuine smile, which she reciprocated.

“Great! I’ll let you get back to…” She gestured at the room as she started to back away. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

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©️ jang harin

[tomriddleslove]

The pairing game is such a cute idea! Can you do me? I’m curious what vibes I give off lol

That’s me in my profile pic, but I have waist length black hair and brown eyes. My style is pretty basic, I’m a big lululemon girlie and I play tennis so think new style preppy (?) I was an English/political science major so I like reading and writing (obv) and also painting and drawing. :)

Anon off cause we die like men🫡

The way your pairing literally screamed at me through the screen is actually quite funny.

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire (ex playboy turned lover boy)

Lorenzo just gives off MAJOR popular boy energy. Like, ik we all headcannon the slytherin boy group to be popular but Lorenzo just really seals the deal.

Handsome, flirty, seems sweet but is actually lowk mean (at least in my opinion) and sporty. He’s every male lead ever.

When he first saw you, he thought he had you figured out straight away. He thought you’d be like all the other girls he dated, something to flaunt and show off. You were all that, one of the prettiest girls in hogwarts, but you didn’t let Lorenzo give you shit.

The first time he spoke to you, he sauntered over with that cocky grin and knew all he needed was a few words to charm you. What he didn’t expect was for you to give him a once over and dismiss him.

He was shocked but intrigued. No girl had ever passed up the Lorenzo Berkshire (did i mention he has a big ego?) so he was determined to make you his.

What started off as relentless pursuing turned to him falling madly in love with you. With everything you did. I wholeheartedly believe that the girl he loves is one who has a heart of gold, who is gentle (enough).

He stops being a prick the second he’s with you. His eyes soften when he sees you help a first year on the way to their lesson. His heart swells when he hears you laugh. Once a popular playboy, now a lovesick fool.

He brings flowers to your dorm every week. He always runs to your classes (he has your scheduled memorised) to carry your bag and walk you to your next class.

It’s one day, when you both have a free period and walk out onto the snowy quidditch fields, that he asks the question.

Holding your face tenderly in his hands, he kisses you as though you’re the most precious thing on earth when you agree to be his boyfriend.

There is no one prouder of you than him. I mean it when I say you have to stop him from throwing a party in the common room when you achieve the highest marks on the potions exam.

He dotes over you all the time. It’s rather funny to think the seemingly untouchable, unnaproachble Lorenzo Berkshire fusses over you like mother hen when you’re sick. He forces one of the boys to make you soup, the other to go out and grab you medication whilst he pesters madame pompfrey and checks on you every second.

The boys tease lorenzo, saying he’s now a changed man. His whore days are over, he’s become a massive softie (and will merely produce a photo of you from his wallet if any girl dares to try and talk to him.)

Super cute side note, once you doodled a silly little image of the two of you with little love hearts around the side and he keeps it on him at all times.

He has like a billion photos of you. Always snapping them when you’re not looking, and scrolling through them when he misses you.

He becomes an absolute goof with you. He seems judgy and mocking, but softens the second when he’s with you. He’s down HORRENDOUSLY

Nothing matters but you. Nothing matters when he’s with you. His favourite place on earth to be is in your arms, resting his head on your chest as you read your books. You gently card through his hair with one hand, and the soothing sound of your heartbeat lulls the lover boy to sleep.

[polysprachig]

Hello friend! I just came across your post about filling in old spaces in your polyglot journal via the bullet journal tag… could you say more about how you use your polyglot journal in general and what its intended purpose(s) is/are?

Thank you for the question, @northfaceho! ***(Read orange text for a short summarised version)

The purpose of my polyglot journal is to capture my process of learning languages, both for myself and to share with other people. It was prompted by a secret learning project I did in 2019 to make my other native language skills go from passive to active (and the subsequent desire to subtly strengthen my skills across my main 5 languages). This happened to coincide with my dissatisfaction with the general ‘Polyglot learns X# of Languages - Here’s How + Tips and Tricks’ kind of content you could—and can—find online. And the rich stock at the base of all my griping generally boiled down to one thing:

Fucking notecards.

No shade to anyone in specific—it was more a general trend I felt I noticed at the time—but the idea that someone who has acquired or is learning a football club worth of languages and who, moreover, is able to demonstrate their use of said languages across the 4 skills to various degrees of range and accuracy at their current stage of learning does so by *secret tip: using notecards* struck me as extremely… imprecise and decidedly non-tip-worthy. It’s not that I think these people were lying about using notecards to learn—not at all! The description was just focused on what I learn with not how I learn imho, and it begged the question: Well, what do you do with the notecards?

Because at the time, I only really used notecards in Old English, but not as flashcards for memorisation or playing vocabulary matching games, which I assume was used as shorthand in the content I kept seeing. No, once a year, I would take out some fresh notecards and write Beowulf verbatim from memory for the section I have memorised, then compare it to the orthography in the Howell D. Chickering dual-language translation. (I do something similar with Chaucer, but notecards are too small so I use a yellow legal pad instead. Still, the concept is the same.) And later, when I started learning Italian, I would prepare a notecard to keep on my desk during lessons which listed out the most common errors I knew I was going to make in that day’s class, based on my teacher’s recent feedback (usually incorrect pronunciation/word stress, Greek or French influence which isn’t correct, accidental uses of Latin, etc.).

And so I repurposed what I had hoped would be a travel journal into a polyglot journal and kicked it off with this statement of my intentions forgive the register:

This year, 2024, one of my main goals was to read the rest through, comment on my methods, mistakes, mindset, etc. etc., and fill in the gaps with scraps of loose studies and feedback from my teachers. Oh yeah, and start typing it all up to save my future self some time.

I’ll be posting a lot more from my polyglot journal in 2025, now that I’ve figured out how much time I can commit to it based on my schedule and the writing routine I’ve been testing out these last months. I want to make sharing it an adventure reflective of its many side quests and the actual time and input required to learn.

In essence, the journal reflects the planning, check-ins, learning notes, and process of my quarantine levelling up project and literary/poetic translation portfolio part 1, which are free to read here if anyone is interested:

The Merlin Project (Irish-English)—running with the question all my students asked in the pandemic, i.e. Can I learn a language from just watching TV? by writing borderline Merlin fanfiction

The tragic portion of my translation portfolio (English-German-French-Italian)—literary translations into English from Poliziano, Goethe, Voltaire and Kaiserin Elisabeth (Sisi); translations into German of Lord Byron, Mary Shelley and Percy Bysshe Shelley

The journal is not without silly and serious one-off language escapades as well, which I occasionally ventured out into when taking a break from the more major projects.

Thanks for reading if you’ve made it to the end!

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 11

The library of Windenburg won't know what hit it!

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Amore (Italian) Love Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Ciao (Italian) Hello/Bye Grazie (Italian) Thank you Schatz (German) Treasure Tante/Onkel (German) Aunt/Uncle

In the library in Windenburg Max and Hugo Villareal are keeping toddlers Alfred and Rilian busy. Max is working on needs flashcards with Rilian while Hugo has decided to play with Alfred for a bit.

In a side room Luna has found the archive machine and begins to pull together some research for her next paper. She hasn’t used one in a while so she has to ask the librarian about the more fiddly tasks that she has forgotten how to do. Lucky for us the librarian is friendly and happy to help.

Max: And what is this one

Rilian: For hungry!

Max: Good job! We can cook lots of nice things in pans to fill up our hunger

Alfred: I birdie, flap flap

Hugo: Uh oh, storm is coming

Alfred laughs and giggles as Hugo spins him around. When he gets back on solid ground though he wants some flashcard time to! If his brother can learn then so will he.

Following streaming her jog around the rainy heart of Windenburg Devin returns to the library to find some fans have gathered.

Fan: OMG it’s you! In person!

Devin: Ciao! Nice to see you despite this rain

Fan: I couldn’t miss this chance. Can I… please may I have your autograph

Devin: Of course. I keep some headshots on me in case of autograph emergencies. Now who shall I make it out to?

After signing some autographs, taking some selfies and posing for the paparazzi Devin breaks out her guitar to give an impromptu performance for those that braved the weather.

Inside Rilian has finished with flashcards and has gotten Onkel Max to play with him. Unfortunately as great as Max and Hugo are they do manage to get confused about which twin they’re responsible for. Seizing his chance Alfred heads to the dollhouse.

Alfred: Birdie SMASH

He lets loose on the dollhouse, trashing what he can. A nearby child is horrified at the display and bursts into tears. Luna comes in just as he’s finished and grinning to himself.

Luna: ALFRED! I thought you two were going to watch him

Luna’s brothers mutter their apologies while Luna scoops up Alfred and apologises to the librarian. Devin comes in and although she doesn’t have her tools is happy to pay for the cost of repair. The Del Sol Villareal’s head home.

When they get back the toddlers need naps and Luna heads to host her last online office hours for the day.

Luna: Class, I am here to help. But some of these submitted questions are answered in the final chapters of the books. I’m not here to read the books for you. Reframe your question after you’ve finished the text and we can discuss

Next student group

Luna: You want me to define that word during office hours? Let me help you. Open a tab and go to dictionary.com, everyone make note of that

Next student group

Luna: You all sound on track for your essays, I’m looking forward to reading them. Remember, include all references! We quote or we paraphrase, we do not plagiarise

Norah: I know it’s a bit more wordy than normal

Devin: I can do science jargon, can’t be more tongue twisty than The Jabberwocky

Norah: You’ve recited that?

Devin: It was a test in my first university course, showing pronunciation and ability to memorise. I passed with flying colours

Norah: Nice. See you on set, oh we’re giving your character a new look as well

Devin waves her friend goodbye and heads to the kitchen where Joey is baking something else.

Devin: Still fighting the burnout?

Joey: Trying. Work was intense today but I scored a promotion!

Devin: Look at you go! I’m so proud of you bro

Joey: The feeling is mutual, I hope you know that

Devin: Grazie

Joey pulls the fish pie from the oven and Devin can’t stop herself laughing.

Devin: *through laughter* Oh if you ever wanted proof for your “we’re in a simulation” argument that’s got to be it! Like why would you choose to make pie like that? Look at the tails!

Joey: I take it you won’t be eating any

Devin: Me and my bambinos will be eating excellent meatballs, my palate is refined after all, but... grazie for trying?

When the toddlers are up they also laugh at the fish tails sticking out of the pastry. Joey responds by pulling some of his best faces making the boys laugh even harder. When they’re finished Joey helps Devin get them to bed as Luna’s online office hours seem to have run overtime.

Devin goes to tidy up dinner while Joey starts on some knitting.

Devin: Grazie for the help, Luna does get so generous with her students

Joey: You don’t mind?

Devin: She has work that makes her feel fulfilled. I get the same feeling from my filming, and watcher knows that can take just as long. End of the day I know regardless she and I will always put our family first. A night a week of missed bedtimes at this age won’t harm the twins relationship with either of us. Now scooch over, let the knitting pro show you how it’s done

Devin continues her own project, giving Joey advice as he navigates his latest plant holder. He finishes and declares he’s inviting Alexander over for a bake off catch up. Devin laughs and finishes her own work. Spotting Luna in the garden spraying some errant bugs she steps outside.

Devin: Ciao amore mio

Luna: Oh schatz, I’m sorry I missed dinner. One of my bilingual kids was having a crisis about syntax and I-

Devin silences her with a kiss and lifts her up gently spinning her around.

Devin: Have I told you I love how you call your students your kids

Luna: *laughs* You know what I mean

Devin: I do. You care about them and their futures, knowing they have someone like that in their corner is worth a few missed dinners

She sets Luna back on the ground gently.

Luna: Can we go kiss our bambinos goodnight? I know they'll be asleep and won't know but still

Devin: Of course we can. Then you and I have a date between our sheets. Workaholics deserve treats

Luna: They look so sweet like this. Our babies

Devin: Yep. You’d never know they are the same ones that busted public property and made grown kids cry

Luna: *laughs* Thank goodness you had some simoleons on hand, and the paparazzi had already left. Now I believe you promised me a bedroom treat

Devin: *coyly* Did I? Would I do that?

Luna: Do you want me to launch a tickle attack because I will

Devin: Come on then amore, to bed we go

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[autisticlancemcclain]

How was the midterm? :/

insane actually. im an english major but a lot of the books i have to read are like super super boring OR more than 200 yrs old which i would love to be able to read but simply cannot. i love reading and if i like the book ill gobble it the hell up but i hate so many of them. so i never bother to read the books and this class was no exception.

but im usually rly good at attending and participating in class. this alone will carry me thru the class, every time, bc all we're doing is discussing the book and i read the summary anyway. like i'm telling you i've been doing this for YEARS, and the summary gives u the gist of the book and class tells u what the prof thinks is important the rest is irrlevant.

HOWEVER.

this particular class starts at eight in the goddamn morning. and i commute. waking up at 7am for my 9am classes is no problem, but for whatever reason i physically cannot wake up at 6am consistently. like i am setting the alarm and it is straight up not waking me up. so i keep missing the fucking class. when i tell u i was unprepared for this midterm worth 25% of my grade i mean i was UNPREPARED.

luckily if there's one thing im good at its bullshitting. i sat my ass down for hours and combed thru the sparknotes chapter by chapter and wrote 40 pages of notes (20 pages written out twice bc my handwriting is dogshit and i had to rewrite them so they were legible clown emoji) for 2 novels. exam was open book but bc id written it out so many times i had everything memorised. managed to finish all four essays on time and i'll get a 70 at least 😎

[northlight14]

@ everyone going back to school, especially all my fellow neurodivergents and specifically those with special interests or hyperfixations, there is no wrong way of revising! It doesn’t matter if it seems “unusual” to other people, if it works for you, use it!!

I just finished collage and because of my funky brain, I can have a difficult time remembering information, especially things like names and specific details. And considering a lot of the classes I was taking required me to remember a lot of different theories, that was proving to be a bit of an issue. Cut to when we were getting up to our A level mocks and my English literature teacher at the time starts going round the entire classroom asking everyone how they revise one by one. Everyone’s saying the usual stuff of “I reread the material” “I use flash cards” “I make notes” etc. All stuff I’ve tried to do in the past but just never worked for me because my brain functions differently. She then gets to me and asks how I revise and I explain that I’ll try and make connections in my brain between the thing I’m studying and whatever my interests are. I’ve always found this to be useful for me because it keeps my brain interested in what I’m studying by using my special interests and also requires me to actively think about and analyse what I’m studying so that I can make those connections. However, my teacher just looked at me with the most condescending smile on her face and asked “does that really work?” Obviously I got uncomfortable and said “yeah it does” but she then proceeded to ask “do you do anything else?” And making it out as if I was an idiot for doing something like that and just making me feel embarrassed in front of the class. Eventually, I just said one of the generic answers everyone else had so she’d leave me alone.

However, I’m petty as hell so when it came to the mocks I used that method to memorise one of my theories for media studies. Cut to that theory being the one that stuck in my head the most, just proving to me that this method my teacher decided “doesn’t work” without actually listening to me, does in fact work for me. Fast forward to my actual A Levels and I used that method again. Ace Attorney had just become my new special interest/hyperfixation so I used that for a lot of the theories. Specifically, one of the theories I linked it to “The Steel Samurai”, a tv show within the Ace Attorney universe. Then when I went into my exam I saw a theory question. For those who don’t know, for theory questions they just ask you to apply a theory to a specific text but they only name the theory, they don’t tell you what the theory includes. While at first wasn’t sure what the theory was and went to answer another question, I then quickly remembered “the steel samurai” and even wrote down “the steel samurai” next to the question as a reminder for myself for when I went to answer it and it helped a lot as a prompt. Once again, the method my teacher decided “didn’t work” was the very reason I was able to answer that question and passed my media exam

Again, it doesn’t matter what other people’s opinions are on how you revise, if it works for you, please use it! You know your brain better than anyone else. Do whatever helps you understand the material and keeps your brain engaged

[leviadraws]

I'm terrible at using the English translator, but since these are questions and not requests, I wanted to see what HC you have for Kinji Uehara.

Oh sure, let's see what I can come up with, I might've mentioned some things before, and I previously wrote a short headcanon about the whole class visiting the orphanage here:

He's quite the morning person, up at the crack of dawn and all that. Likes coffee, but doesn't like canned coffee in Japan as that has a lot of sugar in it.

He's very quiet when he moves, like a ghost almost. It means he can get up without waking up the others in the dorm. There have been times where he's spooked classmates because they didn't hear him approach.

His dormmates always wake up to the smell of coffee and toasted croissants in the morning.

That said, his coffee is dangerous. Only Rei can handle it. Once Haru chugged a pot (he was dared to by Satsuki) and he was immediately sent to the infirmary for heart palpatations. Kanata gave them all a long lecture after that.

When he first arrived in Japan in middle school, it was a bit of a culture shock. Japan is very different to Italy, and he got homesick quite often in those early days.

He's pretty reserved towards his classmates, keeps a distance, speaks only in formal. This is partially because his Japanese isn't perfect, so he speaks formally all the time to keep things simpler. But it's also because he just likes to keep a little distance when he doesn't know people all that well.

He's also quite blunt in his speech, he says how he feels about something outright, this made him come across as a little rude before people got to know him.

That said, it means that when he encourages people it really cheers them up, since they all know he speaks truthfully. He's good at listening to other's problems, and doesn't judge people on what they'd previously done.

He really struggles with his kanji, he tried to ask Kanata for help once and borrowed her notebook, only to find that she writes in the most horrendous doctor's scrawl. He ended up going to Rei and Kakeru in the end and they're helping him memorise the most commonly used ones.

He's a good cook, and is great at cooking in big batches during his time at the orphanage. He likes to discuss recipes with Akane, who's more than happy to exchange local dishes for some of his ones from Italy.

He visits the orphanage every weekend while he's boarding at HPA, he tells stories of his classmates and his time there to the kids. Sometimes, his classmates join him and they'll all play games to tire out the kids. It gets to the point where the kids are all very excited to see the class.

There are a small collection of rescued animals (some hens, goats, cats and dogs) on the cathedral's grounds, and Kinji really enjoys spending some quiet time taking care of them.

He's not too good with all the lights and sounds of the city, so you'll sometimes just find him in the church, listening to the quiet and recharging.

I think I mentioned before that he's really fond on little charity shops/thrift stores. He likes seeing things that have been previously loved and occasionally gets little trinkets for the kids. A lot of his casual clothes are second hand, and so he really suits a smart-ish retro look.

He enjoys talking philosophy with his classmates, mainly with sceptics like Rei and Yamato, and then people on the more spiritual end like Mikako.

He truly believes that it's never too late for anyone to start turning their life around. This puts him at odds with Tsurugi.