#preschool colour

[charlesve]

🌈 Unveiling the Impact: How Preschool Interior Colors Shape Learning 🎨

Beyond textbooks and lessons, the spaces where education unfolds wield profound influence. For preschools, crafting environments that kindle growth and curiosity goes hand in hand with understanding the science of interior colors—a vital factor that shapes behavior, cognition, and emotional development. 🏫🌱

The Science Behind the Shades

Colors transcend aesthetics, stirring emotions and shaping psychology. When wielded with purpose, they paint a backdrop for enriched learning experiences. 🎨🧠

Strategic Color Play

Serenity in Soft Hues: Gentle blues, greens, and lavenders usher in calmness, nurturing a stress-free environment that invites exploration. 💙🌿🌸

Vibrant Sparks: Primary reds, blues, and yellows ignite cognitive activity and imagination, perfect for play and interactive zones. 🔴🔵🌞

Nature's Whispers: Earthy tones establish a connection to nature, inspiring wonder and curiosity in young minds. 🌍🍃🌼

Neutral Foundations: Beiges, grays, and whites create balance, allowing other colors and design elements to shine. ⚪️🌟🌆

Energetic Bursts: Lively purples, fiery oranges, and vivid greens inject enthusiasm and active participation. 🟣🔥🟢

Cognition and Color

Science confirms colors' impact on memory, attention, and problem-solving. The right color palette supports cognitive growth and nurtures learning. 📚🔍🧩

Designing for Development

Color choices intertwine with spatial layout and lighting, tailored to meet developmental needs. 📏💡🧒

Holistic Collaboration

Educators, psychologists, designers, and parents collaborate to ensure color choices align with learning goals. 👥📝👩‍🏫

A Spectrum of Potential

Preschool interior colors are tools for unlocking potential. By understanding color psychology, these spaces cultivate creativity, foster cognitive growth, and lay the foundation for a lifelong passion for learning. 🌈🎓✨

In this vibrant journey, walls and floors are more than surfaces; they're canvases painting a brighter future—a world colored with knowledge, exploration, and boundless imagination. 🌍🎨🚀

[hinamie]

u should think of tiny megu. To keep the stress at bay. You should draw him actually. Ooooo you wanna draw tiny megu getting the love he deserves so bad /j

he's with his 2 best friends

[thatswhatsushesaid]

salt salt salt salt salt

stares @ these takes, stares at the decades of kirk/spock fandom history that absolutely laid the groundwork for published works featuring queer leads to exist in the first place. also lol overtly cishet. lol. ok 👍 bisexuality doesn't exist then.

but more importantly I would like to share my masterpiece with you:

[littledragonkana]

Coral Island ahs been on my mind the entire day. Specifically that one old picture of Rafael and Pablo with their parents. I felt the need to draw them as kids

[socialantleredrabbit]

re: education post. that probably wasn't the point of the post but it irks me so much when people just say "oh we weren't taught this at school" as if the school is the only place where education happens.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@seiwas

[playscientist]

What a great day mixing colours!!

Another fantastic day at the children's @imaginário.

Today we explored colours by mixing them. We used the primary colours, white and black. We also use a scale as a way to create recipes and be able to recreate the same colours later.

To finish, each child named their colour...do you want to discover the colours we created?

Do you want to find out?

[simma-book-store]

colors in tamil | vannagal | nirangal | colors chart for kids

[craftyphantomconnoisseur]

Independence day craft easy/15 august celebration ideas/Republic day craft @JingleTheCreativeArt 

[ramenheim]

It straddles the cyan-teal line, but bc english speakers refuse to acknowledge cyan as a seperate *basic* colour apart from blue you get polls like this that agree that:

greeny-blue(teal) + 'lightblue'y-blue(cyan) = mostly 'blue'(the sample colour)

despite this visually being a deranged statement to make; it's akin to insisting that all browns are 'basically red, just kinda green (RGB)' bc of a blithe refusal to acknowledge yellow as its own *basic* colour term.

[littledrawins]

Travel pens

Tired of lost pen lids and crawling around under restaurant tables? 

We love our Stabilo Cappi pens and their clever connected caps.

With washable ink and non-rolling shape they are ideal for colouring on-the-go!

Thanks Stabilo ❤️

[meghan21]

Cute Kawaii Fruits and Vegetables Coloring Book for Kids Buy it here

KAWAII Cute Kawaii Fruits and Vegetables Coloring books for Kids and Adults.

[cliopadra]

I’m waiting for the panel to start streaming and bumped into a tiktok of a parent shutting his kid up by having them colour in his tattoos. Feels to me like something that could fit quite well in to the rather preschool-like environment of the Revenge.

[goldfishwithablowtorch]

What even are colours? Where is the line between red and orange? Is there a specific point where red becomes orange? If not, does that mean they are the same colour? Red-orange? When does red-orange become yellow? Are they the same colour? Are all colours the same colour? Is there just one big colour? Who made the colour wheel? Are all the colours just shades of one big colour? What are shades? Is grey a shade of black or white? If there are different shades of a colour made by adding black and white, what's the original? Is it the two factor colours with no black and white? Does it have to be the exact same amount of either factor colour? Is that the middle point of a colour? What if the factor colours were shades that had black and white in them? Would we need to mix the two middle points of each colour to get the middle point of their created colour? Would we need to repeat this process on the factor colours? What about the primary colours? What do we do if we can't mix colours to get to them? How do we get their middle points? Who decides which colours are colours anyway? Who decided that blue was a colour of the rainbow but cyan wasn't? What if cyan was in the rainbow and blue was a shade of cyan? Who made the number of colours seven? Who decided that all the in-between colours didn't deserve full colourship? Why is pink called a colour but cyan isn't? How come pink wins out over cyan when colours are based on light? There is no pink light, but there would be cyan light as it would be between blue and green, and yet pink is still a colour? Is pink just a shade of red? Is pink the in-between on the colour wheel for red and purple? Is cyan the in-between colour of blue and green? Shouldn't neither of them be colours since they are between primary and secondary colours? If there are three primary colours and three secondary colours, why are there seven colours of the rainbow? Why is pink even there? Pink is a tertiary colour isn't it? Why is pink the only tertiary colour awarded rainbow status? What about the other 5 in-between colours? Why is pink included bit they aren't? Why is pink the exception? Why do we have seven colours? Shouldn't we have either 6 or 12 colours? Why is pink sometimes warded it's own section on the colour wheel, and sometimes not? Wouldn't that mess up the whole complementary colours thing? Are complementary colours subjective? Are they even real? Are any colours even real? What even are colours?

Are dragon scales bones like teeth? Are they an exoskeleton? Are they like fingernails? Are their colours like our haircolour? Can you dye them? How many colours are there? How many shades that we can't tell between? How many colours there aren't words for? How many-

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☆⋆｡🎧𖦹 °✩ 🎸⋆⸜♩ - PART 2

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘋𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩; 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, (𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥)𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮/𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 on 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮 + 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮(?)

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,420

⭒ a/n: my first story! hope this is satisfactory :) sorry if my writing is difficult to understand or cringy!!

will you venture down this path?

every few months your manager tells you to attend a celebrity fundraiser gala. 2 years ago you'd never know that these events were only breeding grounds for filthy scandals. now here you are, standing in the corners of a dark ballroom with stars dangling from the ceiling.

you are an idol, the embodiment of purity and song. another puppet forced to take on a false persona of endless joy, most would say. but you? you actually loved the spotlight. to you, that persona is your truth. you bathe in the attention and love of others, you live for it.

so why weren't you with the crowd? why not be in the centre of it all? it's because he was there. he was stealing the place you've shed blood, sweat, and tears for with such ease. effortlessly charming everyone even with that poker face. Deimos. a miracle rockstar who rose in fame shortly after your debut. instantly landing himself in the top #5 leaderboard after the release of his first album.

you were both from the same agency. you've seen him around the company building a couple of times, more frequently during your early pre-debut years. you'd pass brief glances at each other whenever you crossed paths in the hallways or practice rooms. you couldn't understand where your anger and envy emerged from despite never talking to him before.

maybe it was his obnoxious grin?

the fact he surpassed your fame within a shorter time?

his voice that hypnotises even you?

or the copious amount of money he sends during your ig live, begging you to notice the anonymous user?

he had shorter hair back then, dyed a different colour. now he has more accessories, a bigger build, longer hair, and dull eyes that only seemed to brighten whenever you catch him staring at you. you noticed he still stood at around 6'5 (195 cm), even taller with his black platform boots.

you'd try to send telepathic brain frequencies and (not so) intimidating glares at him, seeing if his blank face would falter (it didn't). instead, it made him glance in your direction. your frustration increases, and you blow a raspberry at him without thinking clearly... his reaction? an amused smirk.

instant embarrassment rises to your head. unable to handle the atmosphere inside the room, you immediately run out into the hallway. your brain begins to fuzz up, and you're not thinking clearly- you don't know if it's from the alcohol or the pure shame of blowing a raspberry at him. what are you? a preschooler?

blind to your surroundings, you don't notice the hulking figure walking towards you at full speed. calming yourself, you turn back to the ballroom to end the night. only to bump your face into a sturdy chest, that was not so covered by the tight, black button-up shirt of your rival (his nips were barely out).

you profusely apologise to the stranger until you look up to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Deimos. black and gold with slits, like a feline. and like a feline, his presence was threatening. this was the closest you've ever been to him and you can't help but think that people are blind. why do people crowd around him like he's an oasis? the way his eyes lit up a little too bright, and his face contorts into that of a devoted lover brought no comfort to you.

why does he look like that?

"y/n," he finally pants out, "y/n... you're looking at me."

what the fuck?

"i'm your biggest fan."

backing up uncomfortably, you slowly process his words before replying.

"...you are?"

if Deimos had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

"yeah... i've been a fan since your performance at the spring festival. not sure if you remember but..." he trails off.

the spring festival? i don't remember going to any spri- holy shit.

3 years ago. you sang a duet at the town's spring festival with a friend, back then you weren't even a trainee yet. so how coincidental is it that the Deimos was watching you from somewhere in the crowd? that you both ended up in the same agency?

wait. does this mean.... Deimos adores me? as a fan? my fan?

this was too good to be true. your rival, the hottest star among stars, absolutely smitten by you? claiming to be your fan? your ego has never been higher. you decide to indulge him with a conversation.

surprisingly, the conversation was deeply meaningful. you found common interests with him- you shared favourite songs, media, and hobbies... "woman after my own heart," he snickers. soon, any past resentment towards him just.. washes away. gone, buried.

you naturally gravitate towards each other, like the earth and the apple from a tree, a pull. how long has it been since you've enjoyed talking to someone like this? has your bitter envy prevented you from forming a raw friendship with him all this time?

it feels surreal. he asks you for an autograph to commemorate the celebration of a blooming friendship and you agree, asking him if he had a pen and paper. he chuckles and says no, opting to whisk you away into an empty room. not creepy at all.

inside the room, he sits you down on the bed and searches his pockets for an object. you grow curious until he unsheathes out... a combat knife. shitshitshit- he's going to kill me! i knew this was suspicious-

he casually offers you the blade.

"use this." he says while untucking his shirt.

you stare at him as he had grown a second head, "...what?"

he nonchalantly replies while displaying his lower right abdomen, "to write? y'know, your autograph?"

it's official. you were absolutely fucking terrified of Deimos. he tells you to carve out your name on his body as if he was asking for a pack of ketchup at mcdonalds!! you were getting queasy, mind running though all the possible scenarios and options to get out of this.

"you not backing up now are you, songbird?"

his eyes bear holes into your body.

"c'mon, you can't leave me in the edge me like this... just...."

he gently grabs your wrist that held the knife, carefully guiding it to his abdomen. being touched so softly by his scarred, calloused hands made your breathing ragged. he lovingly rubs stars into your forearms as he lightly plunges the tip of the knife into his skin.

you could stab him. you could stab his knife deep into his chest and run away. but what would that mean for you in the future? if you got caught, your career would crumble, sentenced to jail, humiliated and resented by the public. and if you did get away with it, guilt would eat away at your blood-soaked hands forever.

Deimos notices your visible discomfort and tenderly caresses your hair down to your cheeks, wiping away tears you didn't know you had shed. "shh shh... i'm sorry, so so sorry, songbird. you're so kind for not wanting to hurt me... i'll never ask again after this, alright? claim me."

he was so charming. even in this situation.

he presses the knife further into his lower abdomen, drawing blood. you gasp, stuttering out your words "...just my initial, okay?" you look up, he seems disappointed but gives you a genuine smile and nods. you put more pressure onto the hilt of the knife this time, his skin bleeds, not enough to be fatal but enough to scar.

you place your other hand on his toned waist, and you can feel him shivering as the ends of his hair trickle the crown of your head. you finish carving out your initial, dropping the knife on the ground and backing up to look at your work.

it was messy, the blood dripped down to his pants and you swore you felt your heart get... t i n g l e s? he proudly admires your work, pulling down his shirt back in place, still untucked.

Deimos kneels down at the edge of the bed, taking your hands and cupping them on his cheeks. turning his head to tenderly kiss your palm and inhale in the scent.

he looks up at you adoringly with the widest smile on his face, "thank you, songbird. it's very pretty." pulling himself closer to your face, you exchange an unexpectedly passionate kiss, in which your reciprocate. hungry for any form of comfort.

rival-turned-biggest-fan, Deimos smirks into the kiss.

the gravitational pull.