#teaching chaos

[lifein238]

When I was told I was teaching Hamilton, I was nervous. Historically, my kids have not enjoyed learning about millennial faves. But dang, I've been impressed by how much they're engaging with this:

A frequent class cutter stays late to finish a paragraph about how much Hamilton's life reminds him of his own.

Students being appalled that he was shot by a political rival but also super into it as a historical reflection of Biggie and Tupac

A frequent sleeper stays awake and begins bopping to Helpless and tells me it's actually not half bad.

A student who's constantly talking over me to her friends instead sings along to Satisfied by the end of the song.

A table of girls Google Anthony Ramos to fawn over him. Across the room, boys fawn over Jasmine Cephas Jones

I think this unit might work out.

[gutiuniverse]

Legend, teaching the young heros: Okay, what's the first rule? Wind, Wild and Hyrule: Don't wake up Sky before 12, if you want to live. Legend: Second rule? Wind, Wild and Hyrule: If Warriors tells you no, go to Four. Warriors, shouting from a distance: WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THEM!?!?!

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[jmscornerlibrary]

(Snape's first week as teacher) McGonagall: (trying to be welcoming) Have a cup of tea, Professor Snape. Snape: (only had contact with Death Eaters for the past 15 years) Why? Sprout: McGonagall: Pardon? Snape: You're giving me a cup of tea? As in, to drink? McGonagall: ... I believe so? Snape: And you haven't put anything beside tea into it? McGonagall: ... and why would I do that? (later, at Three Broomsticks) Sprout: Good grief, just where did Dumbledore find that one? McGonagall: Beats me.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Jim & Spock? Can be in the Sybokverse or on their own eitherway is perfect!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

“I believe I have the right to face my accuser.”

Jim is going to tear this asshole apart.

There’s muttering throughout the crowd, the auditorium filled to the brim for one cadet’s academic dishonesty disciplinary hearing. These are always open to be attended by the accused’s peers, but usually no one bothers, having far better things to do on a Friday morning. Jim is flattered, honestly.

Admiral Archer nods and everyone turns as one of the instructors stands and walks stiffly to the other podium.

Jim is honestly taken aback. A Vulcan giving him shit over this? He squints, trying to place him, suddenly sure he’s seen him somewhere before. Possibly just in the halls, but the familiarity feels deeper than that. He’s met a lot of Vulcans, to be fair.

“Cadet,” he greets.

“Defend the logic of your accusation,” he says, falling into familiar vernacular and only barely keeping himself from saying it in formal Vulcan. This guy might appreciate it, but Archer won’t, and Chris had told him not to be too much of an asshole.

The Vulcan raises an eyebrow. “The purpose of the test is to assess your response to no win scenarios. Altering the parameters, while admittedly an impressive feat of programming, shows both your lack of understanding and your casual disregard for the institution of Starfleet.”

“I don’t believe in no win scenarios,” he says confidently, flashing a smile to the assembled admirals that, in different circumstances, tends to get him laid.

He stiffens. “Your belief in them does not change their existence. In an impossible situation, you must react to the circumstances given to you. Anything else is entertaining delusions.”

“Bullshit,” Jim says immediately and sees Chris pinch the bridge of his nose. Oops. This is a perfect time to go into the speech that he has prepared, about how if he was actually trying to cheat he would have been more subtle about it, about how cheating was his answer to the question presented by the test, and how that applies to how he would really react as a captain.

But then the Vulcan gives him the bitchiest look he’s seen in – well, about four days, but he’s suddenly so sure where he knows him from.

~

Spock doesn’t understand how someone with so little regard for both etiquette and moral standards has survived this long in the academy. He’s intimately familiar with the doors that having a famous father can open, but surely there must be limits.

James Kirk opens his mouth, presumably to continue his insulting and inappropriate defense of his actions, then his eyes narrow, widen, and he demands, “Spock? S'Chn T'Gai Spock? Son of Amanda Grayson and S'Chn T'Gai Sarek?”

For a moment, all he can do is stare. “Have we met?”

His syntax when first faced with him had made him think that James Kirk was familiar with Vulcan, as unlikely as that seemed, but now he’s sure. Not only because of the correct pronunciation of his family name, but in how he has addressed him. Vulcan society is matriarchal. It is correct to identify him first as his mother’s son, and also appropriate to leave off his father’s title as ambassador when identifying his family origin, as his father’s position is supposed to be secondary to his mother’s. His mother married into his father’s clan, but that doesn’t change formal conventions.

Even on Vulcan, he is rarely identified correctly.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” James Kirk says, then takes out his communicator and starts typing.

What.

“Cadet Kirk!” Admiral Archer barks. “Put that away and comport yourself as your position demands or we’ll be here for more than accusations of your cheating.”

“Apologies, Admiral,” James Kirk says, placing his hands behind his back and looking like he’s taking this seriously for the first time. “If you’ll just allow a couple minutes-”

Spock’s communicator goes off.

“Commander,” Admiral Archer says warningly.

“One moment, please,” he says, his stomach rolling as he takes out the communicator. He’s hoping that this is another of James Kirk’s tricks, because when he’s placed it on silent only his family can contact him, and his mother marks all of her correspondence as non urgent. There is no good reason for his father to contact him.

He opens it up and blinks twice, to be certain of what he’s seeing.

Sybok has sent him a text base message. His elder brother never sends him text based communication, as he believes that Spock will not respond timely or authentically, and so only video calls him. Usually at inopportune times.

stop being mean to jimmy :(

He is a genius. Several things suddenly make sense all at once.

He is of course aware of his older brother’s dear friend who he only refers to as Jimmy. In the tragedy of Tarsus IV, when all should have been lost and the corrupt governor threatened to kill half the colony and did kill a not insignificant amount of them, it was Jimmy and Sybok who worked together to create a sort of resistance and keep people alive long enough to for their jury-rigged signal to make it through.

Receiving that strange message from Sybok after years of silence had let him, and their father, know that something was wrong and alert Starfleet.

Jimmy, who had been a minor at the time, and so his identity had been kept from the public at his request, and who had visited Sybok on Vulcan but Spock had examinations at the time and had not been permitted to travel across planet to meet him.

James Kirk looks at him, a smile hovering around the corners of his lips.

James Kirk. Colloquially known as Jim. Jimmy.

Spock had designed the Kobayashi Maru with his brother’s experience at Tarsus IV in mind. He had been different after, just as prone to arguing with their father, more prone to arguing with everyone else, but he’d been sturdier too. As if that experience had at once confirmed and destroyed all of his worst expectations of people.

James Kirk does not believe in no win scenarios and he has demonstrated that more aptly than any simulation could.

“I rescind my accusation of academic dishonesty towards Cadet Kirk.”

[phantom-0-writer]

danny died bc he tripped and accidentally turned on the portal? actually that was the reaction waves of krypton finally dying reaching earth. the wave of kryptonite coincidentally gave danny his powers.

ghost form? thats actually his body's reaction to the sudden surge of power (which includes shape shifting). his phantom form is what he looks like as a "kryptonian".

he doesn't rly align w the other supers? thats bc each kryptonian family has their own source (aka core) for their powers. the s on superman's design means hope and prosperity, and is the symbol of the house of el. which is why kryptonite (formed by the death of their planet/ Disparity) weakens them

danny isn't from the house of El. his fam represented life/resilience, which is why he's weakened by blood blossoms, created by gruesome death. and also y danny can see the dead kryptonians and interact w them. (his house ruled over/ controlled the phantom zone???? maybe)

clark was ecstatic to find out that the yj's newest recruit was a kryptonian. danny was surprised when the scans/mandatory physical said he was actually an alien. bruce is happy for clark, but isn't happy to know that apparently kryptonite isn't an effective contingency plan. konner doesn't know how to feel abt his new team mate.

[followthepurrgil]

Everyone is talking about how this episode finally acknowledged that Ahsoka was a child fighting in the Clone Wars. And she was.

We need to talk about how Anakin was too…

[be-an-echo]

from another mother...

the day when Tess and Maria got shitfaced

[sanflawoah]

The really funny thing is that people actually take Yellow brow animation story seriously even though the freaking title of the music is "Nonsense", because it's literally NONSENSE

Bitch you rigged the whole thing, what do you mean We're Evil?! Sick thing

Y'know we have way better Mythical Turtles over here in Vietnam

Yellowbrow was like those people in the cheap ass video contents about CEO pretending to be Poor but actually not to prove a point, but in reality, there were just people who literally have nothing to do so they go around pretending to be something they're not just to "make a point" and it's not even valid, to be fair, I feel that that's really unproductive and unprofessional, I mean how would you feel if some rich people who go around faking their own identity?

Award winning scammer and manipulator FR.

He deliberately picked a poor village as his target. Immediately scratched his skin to show them that his flesh and bone are made of gold and precious gems, his first attempt at sparking evil in people. But even then, the people's first reaction were simply curiosity, not violence.

Gave the people medicine but never taught them how to brew one themselves, made the old people became young and beautiful again setting shady beauty expectation, rebuilt houses but never taught them how to fix them on their own, brought fish to the village but destroyed their boats in the process. He purposely made them entirely dependent on HIM. Even then, still the humans showed him kindness and gratitude by building a temple for him, gave him offerings, and even established a system of order so that everyone received a fair amount of riches from his flesh.

His whole thing is about preserving ignorance and preventing growth, and eventually never reaching enlightenment. Kind of like how a government would deliberately stunt education access to the people so that the people would remain in poverty, dependent on the government, and blind to the corrupt system.

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Me: *Sitting down, having a cup of tea, minding my own business*

My Mind: ‘What if Baby Shark is trending when Speckles hatches?

Me: 😟

My Mind: *Imagining Kenji carry a baby ankylosaurus around while singing Baby Shark 24/7* ‘You’re welcome.’

Me: *Frantically checks what year Baby Shark was popular and what year Chaos Theory Season 3 is set in*

[lifein238]

Me: "Alyssa how do you spell your name?"

Student: "Well...my name's Alison."

[spacedace]

Here have this random snippet I stumbled on that I wrote ages ago, I have no idea where it was originally going, but if anyone is interested you’re welcome to use it as a prompt :D

*

Elle stood up straight before him, shoulders back, chin tilted up high, face determined and eyes locked with his in what Jason had long come to think of her “battle princess mode.”

She was also blushing, which was new.

Jason met her gaze levelly, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for her to break the silence and say what she was going to say. Behind her Jazz peered out from the edge of the door to the kitchen, doing her best to smother her smile in case Elle turned back to look at her. The fourteen year old hellion could be an absolute nightmare if she thought they were teasing her - especially when it came to matters involving her crushes on Damian and Jon.

“Bruce got invited to a wedding to some socialite he knows.”

He raised his brow at her. “Okay.”

“And he’s making Day go with him.”

His brow twitched higher. “And?”

“And Day asked me and Jolly to go with him so he won't be bored out of his mind.”

He watched, fighting a smile - Jazz, his wonderful wife, was not helping as she silently awed behind her little sister - as the red on Elle’s cheeks spread across her nose.

“There’s going to be dancing.”

He could see where this was going, but he was - at the end of the day - an older brother first and foremost. He allowed his brow to tick even higher at her. Tilting his head to imply he wasn’t sure where she was going with all this.

Somehow, her face grew even more red.

“I don’t know how to dance.”

There was a long moment of silence as they stared each other down.

“So are you going to ask me to teach you? Or are you just gonna keep trying to set me on fire with your mind.”

Elle couldn’t be more red if he’d dunked her in bucket of paint. “Fine. Will you please teach me how to dance?”

He let his arms drop from before him, reaching out with a warm smile to ruffle her hair - and she really must want him to teach her since she didn’t even bat his hands away. "Sure thing, kid. Can’t let those stuffy assholes think the Nightingales don’t know how to cut a rug. Come on, help me move the couch so we have some room.”

[braxix]

Thranduil: Elrond, can you watch Legolas for a few hours? I need to do something without him following me around like a duckling.

Elrond: Sure, but you'll regret it.

Thranduil: Elrond, I hardly think you would let him get hurt.

[spiritofpassionfruit]

A–Aventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz like— The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?

Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Samba BTS Video 1: Feat. David Jenkins

Tide's coming in!

Source: Samba's Instagram Post

[candied-cae]

I know some folks have been saying “Ed wanted to die in the same place he laid next to Stede-“ WRONG! HE WANTED TO DIE WHERE STEDE LAID NEXT TO HIM!!!

The place Auntie points out as being where his head was crushed by the cannon ball is the exact spot where Stede’s head had been during the arrest and that’s even more insane than the first option. (Anyway, I wanted to correct that assumption. It’s only a matter of like 2 feet, but I still find it an important detail, and figured a visual might help!)