#this should be taught to every kid in elementary school

[lonelydipshit]

I love this phrase so much because it encapsulates the essence of what separates a child from an adult. When a kid is wrong, they’ll throw a tantrum, leave the issue unresolved, and others are left dealing with the consequences. When an adult is wrong, sure they may whine and bitch for a bit like the kid, but when they finish they pick themselves up, and clean up whatever the mess is (literal or not)

I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.

[safaridays]

no, you don’t need to wear your mask/tail to school.

i wish young nonhumans didn’t feel compelled to be ‘out’ at school, especially when it’s a dangerous environment. i keep seeing posts along the lines of “wore my tail/mask to school! people berated/teased/put their hands on me, but it’s ok”.

no, it’s not.

like.. i understand a mask or a tail can be a very validating thing for some people. and i’m not saying NO ONE should wear them at schools. but i just keep watching this mounting trend of young therians insinuating you need some physical accessory or to do quads to be a ‘real’ nonhuman. and then it leads to things like this and it makes me incredibly sad.

i’d known i was alterhuman since late elementary school, actually. it’s a huge part of my life even now, years after graduation. there wasn’t a reason for it to be brought up, so i never did. it was a closely guarded secret to me, but it didn’t feel like a weight i was carrying. i always thought “no one needs to know i’m an animal if it jeopardizes my safety. so, oh well”.

“but, how will people know that i’m an animal?”

they probably will. they probably already do.

i was the designated ‘animal’ person my entire school career despite not ever handling animals in front of anyone. if there were pets, lost wild animals (baby rabbits, birds, lizards), or sometimes even loose livestock that got onto campus, it was always me who had to go tend to them.

everyone wanted me in their group in environmental science. if a project called for animal illustrations, the same thing would happen. it was certainly weird because i was also a ‘weird kid’ and not especially desired to be around outside of that, lol. but i was never harassed for it. it made me feel very validated, actually.

i had fun during gym running and fiercely destroying the opposing team in field hockey. i taught everyone which plants were okay to forage (and we snacked on them when we had to sit on the lower field for practice). every day i was hyperaware of the limbs i had that weren’t quite there. friends noticed my ears twitch and my nose wiggle at certain stimuli. i felt nice walking on two legs. i felt nice because i felt animal and i didn’t have to prove it to anyone.

really like… just do what makes you happy. i admire the bravery it takes to so earnestly wear your identity on your sleeve like that. that’s very impressive. however, there is NO obligation to do anything like that if you understand that there will be a reaction that poses a threat to you.

i want our kids to be safe, too. you don’t have to feel dysphoria over being discreet. sometimes it’s the safest option. and sometimes, that can be really fun, too.

study everything you can about your ‘type. wikipedia and animalia are good resources. ramble about them to anyone who will listen. jokingly refer to yourself as one in friend spaces. wear discreet clothes that remind you of your ‘type. find a nice private place outside where you can run and explore and look at plants and smell the air and feel like yourself. but by no means do you have to prove yourself. you know you.

[eclecticqueennerd]

Soldier Boy as a Girl Dad

Ben was elated when he learned he was going to be a dad. He saw it as a chance to have something he never got when he was a kid. He was disappointed to learn that you were having a girl, but once you gave birth man oh man did his worldview change drastically.

Ben’s view was the woman to stays in the home and pumps out babies while the man goes to work and brings home the bacon. Ben was always a misogynistic ass, less so with you, but now he was just an ass. He did not want his daughter to grow up in a world where she was only treated as a Broodmare. No, he wanted her to rule the world.

Early on he taught his daughter how to fight and protect herself from bullies, which would occur due to her dad being a supe. You’d often tell Ben to stop, “Ben, we have to talk to the teachers and let them handle it.” “Oh, come on y/n, you know how they handle bullying there. No daughter of mine is going to be a damsel in distress.” It wasn’t until you got a call from the elementary school principal saying that your 6-year-old daughter punched her bully at school. You went to get your daughter from the principals’ office and as you left with your daughter and Ben in tow, you heard him say, “Show me where you punched him.” Out of the corner of your eye you’d see your daughter make a fist and place it on Ben’s chin. Ben let out a loud chuckle, “Atta girl.”

Pre-Teen years were awful. Your daughter became less of a daddy’s girl and more of a bratty teenager. Whenever Ben would try to connect with her, he was always met with attitude, eye rolls with constant saying of ‘that’s so lame’. You’d back Ben up by telling your daughter to snap out of it, but was met with hostility, “What are you going to do about it mom? You’re just a normie.” By this time her powers were developing, and strength was one of the first skills. It wasn’t until Ben had to save her from a supe terrorist, who fucked with the wrong dad, that her attitude towards the two of you changed.

Teen years your daughter became more mellow and hung out with the two of you more. Ben even taught her how to spar and use her powers appropriately. He’d teach her how to drive and how to do her math homework. “What do you mean they want you to do it that way, my way is easier.” “It’s called Common Core math dad. Everyone has to learn it.” Every time Ben helped her with math, he’d become frustrated and soft glowing would emit from his chest. You quickly found a tutor for your daughter, as we don’t need another explosion like Moscow happening again.

When it came to your daughter’s first date, Ben almost blew a gasket. “We should talk to her about safe sex.” “SAFE SEX?!” “Yes Ben. Teenagers have sex and we need to prepare her and make sure she understands that protection is important.” Suffice to say you handled that conversation. When the boy came over to pick your daughter up, he made the poor mistake of cracking a joke, “We’ll sir I’m surprised you’re not sitting there cleaning a gun with how your daughter talks about you.” “Son, I don’t need a gun to kill you.” Ben scared that poor boy off after the first date.

When your daughter left for college, Ben was trying his best to keep his shit together. Watching her car drive down the road you ask, “Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” Ben chuckles, pulls you close, and wipes a tear trailing down his cheek. He said, “Better than what I could have hoped for.”

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Aaron Benner

Published: Oct 2, 2015

I have been an elementary teacher almost all of my adult life, mostly in St. Paul Public Schools. First and foremost, I teach because I love kids, I love schools, I love our city, and I really love what happens when a group of kids becomes a community in a classroom and a school. For this to occur, everybody has to play a part — parents, students, teachers, building and district administration, and the broader community. As a black man, it breaks my heart to watch these communities fall apart and to see some children who look like me behave so poorly in our schools.

In 2011, I addressed the St. Paul School Board. At the time, I told them about my concerns with student behavior at Benjamin E. Mays Elementary School, where I taught sixth grade. I hoped to start a discussion about what I was witnessing. Although the media paid some attention (likely because my race made for an interesting story), the school board ignored me. I addressed the board again on May 20, 2014, regarding the same issues, but this time I was aware they were happening districtwide. Four other brave teachers accompanied me. The school board ignored us again and tried to paint us as anti-racial equity.

From 2013-15, I taught fourth grade at John A. Johnson Elementary (JAJ). The behaviors that I witnessed last year at JAJ were far worse than what I complained to the school board about in 2011 and in 2014. On a daily basis, I saw students cussing at their teachers, running out of class, yelling and screaming in the halls, and fighting. If I had a dollar for every time my class was interrupted by a student running into my room and yelling, I’d be a rich man. It was obvious to me that these behaviors were affecting learning, so when I saw the abysmal test scores this summer, I was not surprised. Out of 375 students, only 14.3 percent were proficient in Reading, 9.6 percent in Math and 9.3 percent in Science. These test scores are not acceptable in any way, shape or form.

I diligently collected data on the behaviors that I saw in our school and completed behavior referrals for the assaults. These referrals were not accurately collected. The school suspended some students, but many more assaults were ignored or questioned by administrators to the point where the assaults were not even documented. I have since learned that this tactic is widely used throughout the district to keep the numbers of referrals and suspensions low.

The parents who complained to the school board last year about behavior at Ramsey Jr. High know all too well about behaviors being ignored. The students of SPPS are being used in some sort of social experiment where they are not being held accountable for their behavior. This is only setting our children up to fail in the future, especially our black students. All of my students at JAJ were traumatized by what they experienced last year — even my black students. Safety was my number one concern, not teaching.

Who would conduct such an experiment on our kids? I blame the San Francisco-based consulting firm, Pacific Education Group (PEG). PEG was hired by SPPS in 2010 to help close the achievement gap. PEG makes no secret of the fact that its prescription for closing the gap is based on the Critical Race Theory. This theory argues that racism is so ingrained in the American way of life — its economy, schools, and government — that things must be made unequal in order to compensate for that racism. PEG pushes the idea that black students are victims of white school policies that make it difficult or impossible for them to learn. So, when a black student is disruptive, PEG, as I see it, stresses that it’s not their fault, and the student should just take a break, and then return to class shortly thereafter.

Racism and white privilege definitely exist, and there is not enough space in this paper for me to share all of the humiliating encounters I’ve experienced that are a product of racism. But to blame poor behavior and low test scores solely on white teachers is simply wrong. However, it’s the new narrative in our district, pushed by PEG.

I recently dropped out of the St. Paul School Board race to focus on my new job at a charter school, but I’m still concerned with the current state of SPPS and the direction of the school board. Here’s what I think should happen: First and foremost, the newly elected board must sever ties with Pacific Education Group. PEG has charged the taxpayers of St. Paul $3 million over the last five years. According to some reports, SPPS has matched PEG with $1.2 million. What are these matching dollars used for? It is crucial to understand that behaviors throughout the district have escalated to the point where we are at a crisis in St. Paul. PEG is not working. To add insult to injury, two weeks ago, the St. Paul School Board had the audacity to set the ceiling of next year’s tax levy 3.85 percent higher than the current year. Tax increase? This must be a joke.

Racial equity and closing the achievement gap, the correct way, are commendable goals. However, PEG’s idea of racial equity is NOT the answer. PEG stresses black culture and nothing else. What is black culture? Did PEG survey the black community of St. Paul and ask what behaviors should be acceptable in our schools? I don’t recall filling out any surveys or receiving any phone calls regarding this topic.

Because of PEG, we have forgotten about our Asian, Latino and Native communities. The St. Paul Public School district has the second most diverse school population in the country (New York City is ranked No. 1). For the record, Asians make up the largest minority group in our schools. PEG has influenced this district on major policy changes, from questionable behavioral guidelines and hiring practices to the creation of new positions with jargonistic titles.

We now have “Cultural Specialists” and “Behavior Specialists” throughout our schools. An overwhelming number of these specialists are black, and it’s not clear to me what their qualifications are. Their job seems to be to talk to students who have been involved in disruptions or altercations and return them to class as quickly as possible. Some of these “specialists” even reward disruptive students by taking them to the gym to play basketball (yes, you read that correctly). This scene plays out over and over for teachers throughout the school day. There is no limit to the number of times a disruptive student will be returned to your class. The behavior obviously has not changed, and some students have realized that their poor behavior has its benefits.

St. Paul Public Schools is in desperate need of true behaviorists to replace these “specialists.” Licensed therapists who are trained to help change and replace inappropriate behaviors. I expect that PEG would never go for this because it would contradict their excuse that “black culture” accounts for such behaviors. The newly elected school board can change that.

Another action the newly elected school board must take is to visit schools, listen to teachers, and offer them much-needed support. Teachers are currently fending for themselves when it comes to behavior concerns. Part of my frustration is with the leadership of the St. Paul Federation of Teachers. The union is so concerned with getting along with the district that they are paralyzed when the hundreds of teachers they represent bring up the issue of behavior. This needs to change.

PEG and SPPS are harming the very people whose interests they claim to represent. Follow the money. The taxpayers of St. Paul should demand to know who exactly is benefitting from PEG. Students definitely aren’t.

Aaron Anthony Benner works as the African- American Liaison/Behavior Coach and Community of Peace Academy, a public charter school in St. Paul.

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By: Victor Skinner

Published: Sep 24, 2019

Aaron Benner, a black teacher from St. Paul, Minnesota, won a large settlement with the St. Paul School District last week over retaliation he faced for speaking out against the district’s race-based student discipline policies.

Benner argued the investigations came in retaliation for complaints to the school board about race-based student discipline policies implemented by then Superintendent Valeria Silva and promoted by President Obama. The discipline policies aimed to reduce suspensions of black students by lowering the expectations for behavior and increasing the threshold for suspensions, something Benner repeatedly, publicly argued was against the best interests of black students.

The “restorative justice” approach to student discipline was accompanied by “white privilege” teacher training sessions that cost the district taxpayers more than $3 million. Those sessions focused on the “white privilege” theory that the public education system is hopelessly stacked against black students, who shouldn’t be held accountable for poor academics or bad behavior.

In St. Paul and hundreds of schools across the country, the “white privilege” training sessions were conducted by Pacific Educational Group, also known as PEG.

“PEG was hired by SPPS in 2010 to help close the achievement gap. PEG makes no secret that its prescription for closing the gap is based on the Critical Race Theory. This theory argues that racism is so ingrained in the American way of life – its economy, schools, and government – that things must be made unequal in order to compensate for that racism,” Benner wrote in a 2015 editorial for the Press.

“Peg pushes the idea that black students are victims of white school policies that make it difficult or impossible for them to learn,” Benner wrote. “So, when a black student is disruptive, PEG, as I see it, stresses that it’s not their fault.”

Benner refused to accept that black students are less capable than their white classmates and left the school district in 2015. Benner taught at a local charter school and was later hired for a administration position at the St. Paul private school Cretin-Derham Hall, according to the Star Tribune.

After years of complaints from parents, teachers, administrators and others about violent and disruptive students running rampant with impunity, St. Paul school leaders eventually got rid of Silva and scrapped the failed student discipline policies.

Last week, the school board settled up with Benner, though the district denied any wrongdoing.

“This agreement enables the district to avoid the time, expense and uncertainty of protracted legal proceedings regarding its previous policies, practices and expectations,” board members wrote in a prepared statement.

The district contends taxpayers are responsible for $50,000 of the settlement, while its insurer will cover $475,000.

Benner told the Star Tribune he credits God for the favorable outcome.

“I thank God for all the blessings in my life,” he wrote in an email to the news site. “I turned 50 this year, got married in July and now (there is) this settlement.”

[nectardaddy]

hey dodger! i was wondering how i decided to go into education? i’m having trouble deciding a major/path

hey!! so I actually knew since high school I wanted to teach (I know that's not any help I'm sorry ahhh). I started with middle school science bc my hs astronomy teacher was my inspo to teach, but quickly realized middle school was NOT for me so now I do elementary! I was always one of the kids (despite the many suspensions I had) that liked to help people and more often than not taught my classmates next to me. so the drive to teach has always been there for me :))

but if you were thinking about education here's some tips!!

- take an edu class that has hours to it (meaning you HAVE to go in a classroom, they're out there I promise) it's MUCH easier deciding you don't like a classroom environment on your first run through rather than waiting until your final year of student teaching and realizing you hate it

- know which level you want to teach, if you can! nailing down an age range is super helpful especially in the classes you'll take. elementary teaches all the subjects, the kids are smaller, but kids also don't know how to manage their emotions well so management is a bit harder. middle teaches one subject with off shoots (when I taught ms I taught upper and lower earth science and gen bio), the kids are a little bigger, their emotions are HAYWIRE bc they're hitting puberty so managing up and downs is an hourly occurance. then high school, same with the subjects, kids are the biggest, they may look at you as a friend instead of a teacher which may cause issues with respect (what I mean is they may not listen fully or at all bc they see you as friend, which is good!!!, but you want that piece of authority as well), you have to learn to let go with older kids we're preparing them for the real world and as much as it sucks you can't hold their hands through every step of the way

- if you're in the states, please PLEASE know you are going into a warzone that is severely fucked up at every angle you look at it. I will NOT sugar coat this, the us public edu system is TRASH and will fuck teachers over left and right. teaching has to be a passion and not just a cool thing to do (not saying that's you). teaching will bring you down to your lowest and give you a shovel so you can go lower. you may get cussed put by kids and parents alike, things may be thrown, kids and parents may fight you on every little thing bc of entitlement, you hear things that kids go through and it will haunt you and break you bc no child should ever go through that, you will be overworked and underpaid, some parents will not respect you bc they see you as a glorified babysitter, admin may not help you when you need it, the school may blame you for children not passing when it's the school's fault for passing them along, you have to put on a happy face everyday bc you may be the only smile they see today regardless of what you're going through

- you have to find joy in it regardless of the circumstances. if I scared you off of teaching, I'm sorry but it is the sad reality :( but with all of those things you HAVE to be able to find joy in the little things. you get to see kids who struggled pass a test and scream and celebrate with them, you get to see those "aha!!" moments when a kid finally gets a concept, you get to see them smile when you hug them, you get to joke with them and realize kids are SO funny, sometimes you'll see a kids life change for the better bc they finally got the help they need and have been fighting for

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I don't understand people sometimes. I was scrolling through a little earlier and saw someone call Trump a fascist which isn't uncommon but it wasn't from someone I'd have expected to it come from. But nothing about Trump is fascist. Sure he's nationalistic but fascistic and nationalistic are not the same.

What's more when it comes to Dems v Reps I don't see how anyone can vote for Dems especially when they've gone full Neo Progressive. What do I mean? Well let's look at the most general of what the parties have represented across the US.

The right has been pro border security and this has been exemplified by Rep states either reinforcing their own borders, or sending them to sanctuary states.

The right has been historically and still is anti abortion. And while I didn't personally fully after with the stance, it SHOULD be left to the states to decide.

The right are for protecting the second amendment and even IF not all politicians on the right are for it, the SCOTUS justices that do understand the conservative values of the Constitution have given us more freedoms back. Many red states in fact now have constitutional carry.

Also of note those same justices have removed the Chevron act. Meaning that 3 letter agreements etc can't just wildly interpret the law as they please.

Now having said all this yes, there are war hawks on the right. There are racists on the right there are sexists on the right. But those same people very much exist on the left with no shortage at all

The left supports full term abortion and doesn't even consider the child alive until it's outside the womb.

The left is STAUNCHLY anti gun and anti second amendment.

The left is staunchly anti first amendment as seen by their calls to "hate speech".

The left is mostly pro open borders

The left is and has been pro war for a long time. Need proof? Obama started almost 5 new wars.

The left has proven recently they are ABSOLUTELY above the law and will manipulate every word in existence to jail their political rivals.

The left is actively racist and actively promotes white supremacist ideology with stuff like affirmative action and DEI.

The left has gone out of their way to allow kids to transition and get surgeries before the age of 16 even and want kids introduced to and TAUGHT LGBT themes, and have pushed for graphic pornographic books to be in elementary schools.

Leftists states and federally have demanded higher taxes, reduced potentialities for crimes, have sold you out to China, and aim to replace you with illegals they can buy off.

Is this a commentary on ALL of the Left and Dems and ALL of the Right and Reps? No. There's good and bad on both sides. But if we look at policies pushed, and the media apparatus who's been lying non-stop for years who are very clearly leaving left we see the real pattern of behavior. And it bothers me. I'm a left of center, small l, libertarian. You'd think the Dems world actually be "my side" and yet, they aren't. Biden insists on being a tyrant and ignoring SCOTUS ruling WAY outside of his power, trying to forgive loans that he doesn't have the right to forgive since it comes out of the taxpayers dime. And what bothers me even more, is the fact that he has also repealed all of the legislation that Trump pushed forward that kept our border safe. Specifically remain in Mexico. Which was very reasonable legislation.

Looking at all of this objectively no sane person can go with Biden or the Democrats. And as far as I am concerned, if at this point you are on the side of the Democrats then you're in favor of anarcho tyranny. You're in favor of lawlessness. And your favor of being manipulated by the media Non-Stop and watching the dollar crater in value.

[tinkertechy]

I need to Scream about ChromeOS

It's been a long week and this is something I can rant about without doxxing myself too much.

So I teach kids about computers. And before anyone says 'But they're the technology generation, they know all about it!' remember that you didn't know how to drive a car before you were 16, and cars have been around for over a century. But I digress.

You know why Kids don't know anything about computers? Because we've set them up with the *worst possible computer* to learn about computers on: Chromebooks. Yeah, yeah pandemic and learning form home and all that, but this started well before the pandemic; Shutdowns just exacerbated it.

Chromebooks are designed to be simple. But they're *designed to be simple*. I want to teach kids how to read a file system? Google Drive is all they got. Want to teach kids how to check computer specs and how well their computer is currently running? Nope-you *might* be able to check the RAM if you're lucky. Diagnose how much space is left on your storage? Good luck; Drive doesn't even show how much space they have left. Compare and Contrast different applications for a particular use? It's the Chrome Store or nothing. The entire environment is designed to be a glorified web browser. You never leave the Chrome environment.

There's no native apps on the Chromebooks because they have all the memory and internal storage of a 6 year old with ADHD. Everything has to be through a web browser, and since most of my students are elementary age they can't really make accounts for most stuff without their native school account which, guess what? is through Google. The whole system is designed to be as simple to use with as few buttons as possible. Which, as a teacher managing hundreds of kids, is helpful to a point. But it holds the kids back just as much. When something goes wrong, it's so simple that you feel like an idiot for not being able to figure out what went wrong. There's no room for troubleshooting or critical thinking here.

Oh, and by the way the entire OS is designed at a basic level to be readable by kids who *know how to read*. Teaching the lowest levels how to log in, click on a link for TypingClub or read basic instructions can be grueling. Google Classroom is optimal for middle school and maybe 9th grade and that's about it. They use touchscreens for everything, so it's hard to get them to learn to use a mouse in the first place. (It's also aesthetically ugly, but that's my personal opinion)

There also seems to be fewer resources or standards for teaching about computers; my state's standards are very comprehensive from a programming or analysis standpoint, less so from a 'they should be able to type X words per minute' or 'be able to format a report' or 'write an email with neutral tone' or 'be able to move a file from Google Drive to a flash drive,' stuff that Every student should know how to do. Stuff that most adults take for granted because they were either taught or grew up in an age where everyone had to figure it out for themselves because there were no teachers yet.

And, while this is a more niche one because I don't know how most schools operate, Chromebooks just add to the student's load. They haul them back and forth to EVERY class and were 'supposed to replace textbooks', yet somehow they still have a mountain of textbooks they haul around in a wheeled backpack because *there's so many books they can't use a normal one*. I helped a student lift their bag the other day and it must have weighed 20 lbs! (Definitely more than the car battery I had to haul home from the store, but that's another story.)

I have accounts for kids that can't even spell their own last name yet, let alone know how to type. It's hard to teach about computer security when half the school needs to have a sticker with the username and passwords for up to 4(!!!) different online accounts for various programs. And kids will share that information anyway because they don't think anything major of it yet, and half the time it's not hard to figure out.

(This isn't even getting into side tools and peripherals to teach kids about computers. Anything you want/find is niche and will be extremely expensive)

So how would I fix this? (Because I don't like to rant about something when I can't offer a solution.)

Get them on actual computers and not glorified web browsers.

Assess whether or not Chromebooks are helping students in the classroom or just creating more work. Their primary use should be in the event of a shutdown or virtual school day to allow all students to work from home regardless of personal computers.

Build an Operating System/UI that's designed to grow with the student: Kindergarten and 1st grade are primarily picture based, larger cursor, as little clicking as possible to get to activities. More options and standardized UI appear as the student grows until high school where it's a normal system.

Actual Standards. Not just 'this is a monitor' (Most of my students didn't know this) and 'Here's how to program a thing' (Which is fun, but can be advanced) but 'How to save my work' 'How to write an e-mail' and 'what is a file type?' A minimum typing speed should also be required.

Keyboards designed to teach how to type. Colored keys, letters in a font that match the typing program, maybe a bit bigger than a normal keyboard. And to wrap it up, some fun quotes from my students: "That's not a Computer, that's a PC!"

"That's a TV!" (It's a monitor)

"You're doing a writing challenge? Why don't you just use AI?"

"Ms. Teacher, (That's exactly what they call me) I found a weird thing!" (It was their Drive.)

"Why did you paint all those?" (I pass a hard drive around so kids can see it. They all sniff the yellow paint I sprayed it with last week.)

"I wanna play the ice cream game." (There is no Ice Cream game. They just want to play random internet games)

(Students sign out by turning off the computer)

(A student looks up a minecraft video on YT because he wasn't paying attention when I gave out instructions and thought I wouldn't notice.)

Next rant: The double standards of 'forbidding the use of AI' for students while using it behind the scenes for teachers.

[beardedmrbean]

Nunya can you explain this Twitter meme? https://x.com/AmericanaEthos/status/1726098935662719272?s=20

Like, I black and went to predominantly black schools. And they couldn’t stfu about civil rights and slavery.

Like no poor, marginalized, or even working class American think our country is perfect. Is wrong to believe this leftists memes are very classist? Our textbook acknowledges the terrible ( that career politicians allowed minus their own evil shit) constantly.

Did these marxists sleep through history class? Like, American slavery is the only type of slavery talk about in school that I had a little mid fuck after getting online and learning about the Dahomey.

I legitimately don't know who the not Superman dude is, but I can guess given the context here.

I think you're probably right about them having slept through every US history class they ever took.

I learned "Trail of Tears" in elementary school, same with slavery, and a few other of the less than savory parts of US history then as the years wore on the lessons got more and more involved and graphic since watching "Roots" in 2nd grade is a good way to traumatize kids so you know they moved in a more age appropriate direction.

I feel like the majority of the people that do this kind of meme fall in to a few different categories.

Not American and ignorant of what is taught here beyond what they see on twitter (things like Texas/Florida won't be teaching about slavery) and they're trying for viral fame.

Slept through history and got lots of F's as a result.

Didn't sleep through history and have selective memory

Did well in history, but don't feel like the subject was given enough attention.

Which is a valid opinion but people need to realize that there's only so much time to teach these things because other things need to be taught as well. So be glad that unlike me you have easy access to all of the information in the world you could want and you can learn more on your own.

They teach the history warts and all, you're likely to hear about Rosa Parks, Emmet Till, Ruby Bridges, and the Tulsa race massacre.

Rosewood massacre, Ocoee massacre, various tests before you could vote

This one is pretty easy so far. (just saw a longer version, it gets complicated)

Louisiana one here on the other hand... You got this if you couldn't prove at least a 5th grade education. 5th grader that passes this should directly to MIT.

very few people regardless of race are gonna be doing well on this.

But ya if we're doing racial issues it's all taught, most all at least. How much time did you see get spent on the people that built the railroads, the majority of whom if it was going west to east were Chinese and east to west Irish and all of whom were treated as disposable.

The 'if you die I can hire another man, but I gotta buy another mule' attitude.

Fuck I'm in CA and we did not spend a whole lot of time on that one, mostly that it was dangerous work and lots of people died.

I think at this point the best response you could give someone that makes or posts a tweet like that would be

"your abject failure to learn as a student does not mean the information wasn't taught"

(If you feel like hurting your brain I'm gonna link a few of the "literacy" tests)

Mississippi (not terrible)

Louisiana (whole thing, good luck)

Alabama (starts out easy enough, didn't skim too far so might turn incredibly difficult)

If you do any of these let me know how you did please, these things are insane. _________________

Hope this wasn't too long winded, tried to keep it mostly brief

[drmaddict]

Mood Ring

Summery: Eddie and reader share a quiet moment on the trailer roof. (bestfriend with a crush, may miss it if you blink)

Trigger warnings: light use of drugs

Eddie looked up at the starry night sky.

Every day he wondered anew if he might have turned out all right if he had had other parents. Parents who would have actually cared for him and not disappeared from his life at such an early age.

He blew the smoke of his cigarette into the cold autumn air and let his mind wander as he often did.

What would have become of him if his father had had an office job, or been a doctor? His mother a teacher, or kindergarten teacher? Boring people, just living their boring lives in a small town, in a small house with a white picket fence? Would he still be himself? Would he appreciate it? Would doctor-kid-Eddie know what he had, or would he just artificially complain about the bad, bad world like most teenagers?

He did not know. He was not the son of a doctor or a teacher. He was the son of a drug dealer and a woman who was afraid to leave the house. He had moved in with his uncle. The uncle who scraped together his little money to feed him.

And yet, this man had been the one to teach him how to ride a bike because his parents had never done it. His uncle was the man who had taught him how to shave. He was the man who had given him a home when the world had not wanted him. To his uncle he owed everything he had.

How selfish was he to wish for anything else? To want more, when in most of the parallel worlds of his life he would not even have what he had now. How ungrateful was he to still be on his back?

He should have just quit after the first screwed-up graduation and gotten a job. He could make money, but his uncle had objected. He shouldn't waste his talent. He would be intelligent. Eddie didn't notice much of that. He stumbled from one test to another. He was bad. Really bad. He didn't have to kid himself. He knew it wouldn't get him into college. And for what, anyway?

History. Sang the little voice in his head. He shook off the thought. What was there to do with it? Become a teacher or a professor? He and teacher? He grinned. Probably not. But otherwise, all that was left was to be a cab driver and continue to sell drugs. He sat up with a sigh.

A light shone intrusively at him from the side before it dissipated in a flash. Once more.

He turned to the left and looked from the roof of the trailer, where (Y/N) was standing with a flashlight and waving at him.

She had gotten into the habit of calling attention to herself that way because she didn't want to be too loud. In genrell she was one of the quietest people he knew. He pointed his head in front of him where the ladder was still leaning against the wall of the house.

(Y/N) wordlessly climbed onto the trailer roof and dropped down next to him. Without saying anything, he held out his lighter for her to light her joint. She plopped down on her back and stared up at the sky. Eddie did the same. 

"Head-chaos?" asked Eddie into the silence.

(Y/N) blew the thick smoke into the air. "It's like a damn train that just won't stop," she muttered, taking another big drag.

Eddie turned his head toward her. "What was it this time?"

She shrugged. "I was going to do math. Then I wondered why we have to studying something like that in the first place. Then I thought about Mr. Miller. Then of my teacher in elementary school. Then of a comment from a girl I went to elementary school with. Then of her now living at some fancy boarding school. Then about me being here. Then I thought about my relationships with other people and came to the conclusion that none of my friends actually ever really liked me." She continued to stare at the sky. "Now I'm thinking that I should work out more and watch what I eat so that maybe someday I'll be attractive to someone." Her eyes flicked to him.

"Hobbit.", he sighed. "We all like you."

She dropped her head to him. "Why?"

"Just like that. For no reason. Because you're you."

She shook her head and looked back up at the sky. "I don't even know how I feel." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "What if I'm a psychopath and I don't have any feelings at all? How do you know you have feelings?"

Eddie chuckled. "You had tears in your eyes when ET said goodbye to go home. I think we can be sure you have feelings."

"Well now I don't know what I feel," she mumbled, pouting.

He looked at her for a moment until he pulled the ring off his left middle finger. He reached for her cold hand and placed the ring on her index finger before pressing the two metal arches of the size-adjustable jewelry closer together.

She looked at him in irritation. "What are you doing?"

"It's a mood ring." He shrugged and smiled at her. "If you don't know what you're feeling, all you have to do is look at the ring."

She looked at the now black stone. "And what does it say?", he asked.

"Probably that my hands are cold," she murmured.

He smirked. "You have no sense of magic."

She boxed him, but smirked, too. She tried to pull the ring off her finger, but he stopped her. "Keep it. You can use all the magic you can get."

She boxed him again without emphasis before lying back down next to him.

They both looked out into the nothingness of the universe. "We had mathhomework?", he asked.

She laughed.

[redux-iterum]

My elementary school taught us the 'dangers of the web' and that being private is 100% the way to go: no name-sharing, VERY MUCH NO LOCATION, no ultra identifying info...had the school libarian come in at least once a year to talk about internet safety, and that was back when most homes didn't HAVE a pc.

Honestly wonder if that's still a thing nowadays! I would hope so, but with how all of the younger folk around me act (surrounded by late teens/early 20s, very open to airing their 'triggers' etc) I just have to sit there and wonder when that flip into oversharing being commonplace happened.

I have young cousins that gave their kids tablets and phones at 6, and while I got my own electronics early (first used flip phone at 12, in case of emergencies, fam pc when allowed!) I think giving your child a new phone/tablet/etc and NOT teaching them internet safety is absolute batshit. They don't see the issue with oversharing, and while at that age I had a 'idgaf' personality, too...the one grooming sitch I almost fell into I recognized what was happening, dipped accordingly, and chose to modify how I spoke to others online.

I still haven't made a linkedin for that purpose. I really, really don't want my info online. It's kinda scary how much we 'have to' share nowadays.

You. You get it.

I am very glad y'all agree with me, because I was sure I just sounded like an old curmudgeon whining about "the good old days". Privacy is one of the most valuable things a person can have in any aspect of their life, and now that EVERY aspect of their lives are on the internet, they have nothing.

I know the argument exists of "if you're a good person, you have nothing to hide, so why bother". I find that a very silly argument, as someone who doesn't even like being recognized as a regular at restaurants, let alone by my face online. Just because you have nothing to hide doesn't mean you should have to forfeit your rights to hide whatever you want about yourself. You're a human being, not a piece of media to be scrolled through and examined at every angle.

[h4arts]

modern atwow headcannons part two

-tsireya, kiri, and neteyam know everything about everyone in school because of their daily gossip sessions

-lo'ak, ao'nung, and rotxo always try to listen in but never get anything

-they wonder if it's about them

-it usually is

-sometimes tuk joins them about the things happening in her elementary school

-neteyam develops a little fear of elementary school children from this

-kiri has a collection of converse and beanies in her closet, literally owns every color available

-rotxo tutors kids in his history class, yet has the closets teacher-student relationship with his math teacher

-kiri and tsireya skip classes they don't like to hang out in the bathroom, yet still get all their work done

-ao'nung and neteyam take all ap/honors classes, rotxo has a healthy balance

-jake owns a minivan that ronal teases neytiri for

-friday night cookouts over summer, a tradition started by tonowari and jake

-game nights are horrible for neytiri and kiri (they both hate sports and huge commotion), the boys will nonstop argue over teams and which game they should watch

-tsireya lives for superbowl halftime shows

-she also sold friendship bracelets in 3rd grade and made a ton of money

-probably taught tuk how to operate an elementary school business

-lo'ak makes playlists for his dates with tsireya but keeps them all private

-asks neteyam for suggestions sometimes

-ao'nung and neteyam constantly check homework answers with each other while lo'ak just tries to copy them (even though he is pretty strong in some subjects)

-rotxo and kiri go to protests in the area together, tsireya and neteyam sometimes tag along

-ao'nung drives tsireya and kiri to the mall some weekends before he goes to play basketball with rotxo

-neytiri got kiri and neteyam hooked on thrift stores

-lo'ak only goes to find things for tsireya

[xwonderfuldeath]

Special Day - Taehyung

Disclaimer : The author doesn't think Taehyung is actually 'retarded' it's simply for the sake of the text ! Please do not interact if your only wish if to belittle or insult the artist (Kim Taehyung) or the author !

The snow, powdery, had a strange taste. It gave you a headache when you ate it and upset your stomach. Taehyung was almost thirty years old, yet he was a little… different. It wasn’t a mental illness or anything like that. He was just like that—different.

It wasn’t a problem for him; he didn’t really care what people said or thought. That’s how it was, and there was nothing he could do about it. It suited him. Others didn’t bother him, so he didn’t have to talk to them. It was a sort of give-and-take situation.

The young man had a well-ordered life: an apartment exactly 156 adult-sized steps away, or three child-sized steps—but not tiny preschooler steps, more like those of elementary school kids, though not quite middle school. Taehyung was a photographer. He had hired his one and only friend, Park Jimin, as a receptionist.

Taehyung liked Jimin. He was kind, cheerful, and even if he often acted like a slightly spoiled child, he was fun. They had met in middle school and had never parted since. Middle school had been one of those times when Taehyung wished he could be a little mouse, disappearing into a hole until he became an adult. It was crazy how mean people could be. Maybe that’s why Taehyung didn’t like people.

“— Still daydreaming? — I wish I could be on the moon instead. But it’s so far away… and probably freezing. — True. And you’re definitely not dressed for a lunar expedition. — That’s fair.”

Taehyung looked over his best friend’s shoulder. Jimin wasn’t very tall, just like his boyfriend. He hadn’t seen him often, but he knew Min Yoongi was a good person, even if his cold gaze and the smell of tobacco intimidated him. Jimin was dating an artist, a self-taught rapper and composer who had built his career on social media. For an entire year, Taehyung had been depressed at the thought of running his business alone, without Jimin. He probably would have shut the place down.

On the counter in front of Jimin sat the appointment book. Taehyung’s heart pounded in his temples as he followed each line, one by one, looking for a single name. Jimin chuckled softly and kindly pointed out the jackpot of the day.

“— Mr. Jeon booked an appointment, yes, like every Saturday, Tae. — Good. I like Mr. Jeon, you know? — I know, Tae.”

Jimin looked at him, his shoulders relaxing as Taehyung went back behind the heavy black curtain. He didn’t know why, but Yoongi had brought one of his friends during a shoot for his new album, which he had co-written with Jeon Jungkook. Since then, Jungkook had been coming to the shop every Saturday to get his photo taken—and nothing more.

“— It’s my birthday today. — Oh, really? Well, happy birthday, then. Here, for the big day. A birthday should be celebrated! — I agree. Thank you so much!”

Taehyung watched the old man drop a tip into the large pig-shaped jar. Jimin hated that hideous thing, but Taehyung found it adorable. So they used it for tips or anonymous donations. It helped the shop, and people seemed to give willingly.

The young man fidgeted. Taehyung paced, removing props and setting up new ones, only to take them down again. The time when Jungkook would walk through the door was approaching, and it felt like fireworks in his chest. Jimin knew Taehyung was head over heels for Jungkook, but he would never admit it. After all, he probably didn’t even understand what that kind of thing was. It was scary, anxiety-inducing, especially when you were peculiar like him—a little on the margins, a little on the side.

“— Hello. — Hello, Mr. Jeon. What will it be today? — I was thinking of a simple shoot. New Year’s is coming up. Can I get a form for the ad? — Of course.”

Jimin grabbed the big, glittery blue binder behind him, watching Jungkook’s doe eyes scan the room for the photographer. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he handed over the stapled sheets.

“— He’s in the back. Fill out the paperwork, and you can go see him. — I… Okay, thanks.”

Once the forms were done, Jungkook passed through the heavy black curtains into the photography studio. He was the last client of the day. Taehyung would probably have to work overtime, but he didn’t mind. Anything to keep Jungkook coming back.

He was blushing—or at least he thought he was. His hands were clammy, his gaze avoided Jungkook’s. He looked down at his feet a lot and stammered. Taehyung was a mess, unable to think about anything but the man in front of him.

“— You know, it’s my birthday today.”

It slipped out without him knowing why. At the end of the session, Jungkook turned pale. Maybe he didn’t like birthdays, or maybe he just didn’t care.

“— Oh, I didn’t know. I would’ve brought a gift. — Oh no! Gifts are silly. You never know what’s inside or how to say thank you. I don’t like gifts. — I don’t like them much either. But I think this one is perfect for the occasion.”

Jungkook leaned in and kissed Taehyung. It was warm, sweet, with a hint of raspberry and strawberry. It made his stomach flip and his eyes widen, but he didn’t move.

That day, Jungkook left feeling lighter, while Taehyung stood there watching him face the storm outside, his eyes lighting up only when Jimin closed the door behind them.

“— Oh no! I forgot to ask him to stay for cake!”

[greatwyrmgold]

I think about this conversation from the end of episode 18 a lot.

Prospera is talking to Eri. If anyone trusts Prospera so unquestioningly that she can speak honestly around them, it's her robot daughter stuck at an elementary school level. And Prospera's default response to someone accusing her of evil plotting has been to agree and offer them a place in her plot, so she's not exactly the most deceptive conspirator.

If Prospera does genuinely believe everything she says here, she's not just using Suletta as a means to an end. Prospera thinks that the things she's doing—the way she raised Suletta, the lessons she taught, cutting her off—were genuinely good for Suletta.

And if I cross my eyes and look at it from Prospera's perspective, I can maybe see where she's coming from? Suletta clearly learned a lot before ever going to school; "Move forward, gain two" encourages her to seize any opportunities she sees, which has mostly worked out for her; and the baby bird has to leave the nest eventually.

Of course, there are problems with all of these arguments, which become clear once I take off Prospera's helmet. (The metaphorical helmet of bias.) But that's not what's important for this post. What's important is that even though Prospera favors Ericht, she might actually think she's doing good for Suletta.

I find that interesting! Most abusive parents in anime (and media more broadly) fall into one of two categories. You have ones like Gendo Ikari, Endeavor, or Fire Lord Ozai, who see their offspring as nothing more than tools to be developed, used, and discarded; and you have ones like Dario Brando and the parents of every character with a lazy tragic backstory, who are just garbage people.

There are some parents who are in between those two points (the Higayashima parents exploit Kobeni for cash, but they're pretty uncreative and mediocre at it), but ones which lie completely outside that dichotomy are usually portrayed as not being abusive. Maybe not good parents, but not terrible ones. How bad can a parent be if they're trying?

Pretty frikkin' bad, actually! From corporal punishment to discouraging boys from crying to conversion therapy, parents across the world have stumbled into many ways to wreck their kids with the best of intentions. Those kinds of parents are far more common than Machiavellian schemers whose children are but loyal pawns, and probably more common than ones who genuinely don't care about their kids. And yet, they're rare.

I don't expect Prospera Mercury to be a 1:1 allegory for any particular type of well-meaning garbage parent. Not the dad trying to toughen up his son or the mom who tries to cure her daughter's autism or the couple who crams their kids in the closet. But if Prospera does think she's doing what's best for both of her daughters...well, that should be interesting!

[the-nimbasa-trio]

*Echo nods, a determined expression on her face.*

"So how'd you guys meet Elesa?" *She asked, watching the battle with keen eyes.* "No offense, but you don't seem like you'd run in the same scenes nowadays. Childhood friends, or just Public Figures becoming besties via ending up in the same corner at events and stuff?" *She asked, a laugh in her voice.*

The twins suddenly perked up with excitement when the question was asked. Their eyes sparkled and they looked at one another, determining who should start. In the end, Ingo was the first to speak up.

"A wonderful story! Emmet and I lived in Unova our whole lives," Ingo explained with his eyes still sparkling. "Unova is a region many immigrants tend to migrate to in hopes for a better life. Elesa is originally from Kalos!"

"Which is fitting!" Emmet chimed in. "The name 'Kalos' derives from the word kállos. That means 'beauty'! Fitting, isn't it?"

Ingo nodded briskly. "Precisely! It's not our place to share why Elesa traveled to Unova instead of staying in Kalos."

"But boy, was it quite a fateful meeting!" Emmet exclaimed, though not quite as loud as Ingo would have. "Elesa was learning Unovan at the time to prepare for the immigration, but it's a difficult language. We were young at the time- elementary, actually! Our school allowed immigrants to attend. Elesa was struggling verrry much with the new customs!"

"And the language," Ingo added. "We were fluent in Unovan, obviously, but there was a language barrier between us. We read up on the language and taught ourselves enough to communicate. We're far better at it now."

"I am Emmet! This region can be loud! Especially in Nimbasa City. He was noise sensitive. The unfamiliar language certainly didn't help!"

"We attempted to use his language to communicate to him. It was broken and not perfect, but it worked. He didn't have many friends. Unfortunately, people can be cruel..." Ingo sighed and shook his eyes. "People can see immigrants and refuse to even acknowledge them."

"Not us!" Emmet declared. "We helped teach him our language, and learned about his noise sensitivity. We saved up money to get him noise cancelling headphones. It helped!"

"Since then, we became friends. It was rough with the language barrier, and there was another language barrier, too! Emmet was a mute kid," Ingo added. "They didn't talk much. Only on rare occasions. We got around it, of course, and we became the best of friends. We were even there for each other when we got our first Pokemon."

"We were there during good and bad days," Emmet commented, "and every high and low. There were some challenges, like Ingo's loudness causing Elesa to be overwhelmed, but we stuck together. Everything wasn't going to be perfect off the bat."

"We made it perfect! As long as we had each other, we were unstoppable."

"Elesa can tell you more," Emmet added. "Such as his immigration, rise to fame, and all that. For us, we became Subway Masters because of our fascination with trains. We built it from the ground up!"

[seyoonlgc]

"Eh?!" Perhaps he exclaimed a little too loudly, but Seyoon was surprised. Why would anyone want to know his thoughts on relationships? What did the company know? Perhaps someone saw him somewhere? Mentioned something they shouldn't?

Or perhaps this was simply innocent curiosity from a coach who had always been friendly. "No, no, I am totally cool with answering some questions." Seyoon smiled cheerfully, putting a lid over his paranoia for now. "I got time, let go for it!" He sat cross-legged, stretching his arms over his head, carefully feigning ease for the show he was about to put on.

how do you choose who you spend time with?

"I am pretty easygoing," he replied. "If someone wants my time, I would give it to them."

Well, he'd hang out with them once to test if they get along. After that, whether or not he'd see them again depended on how much fun he had during their first meeting, how good-looking they were, and who else they were competing with that day/night.

How could he possibly have enough time? What about his social battery?

Oh, don't worry, Seyoon had enough time to spare - he wasn't nicknamed the Stamina King of the North for nothing. He was perfectly fine running on three hours of sleep and could comfortably party until 3 every night for whole weeks straight. When he first came to Korea and felt lost after...finding out the truth about his birth, he spent some months doing nothing but partying. Man, that was a time. As for social battery...guess his just drained very slowly.

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

Nobody.

God?

Ha, guess nobody's correct then.

That would not be a great answer for dear coach, though, would it?

"My family, I guess!" Lie. He would rather die than burden his loved ones. "My friends too, they are all pretty good to me." Lie. They were good to him, but trust was hard to give. Of course, Seyoon had some people he'd lean on more than the others. He trusted a few in his circle to take care of his physical needs, like hunger, exhaustion, or whatever.

Seyoon supposed the truth for anything beyond that would be nobody and he'd either have to get himself out of the pickle or whoever happened to find him in a state of desperation could decide whether or not to lend a hand.

what's your idea of romance?

Oh hell if he should know.

Seyoon squirmed uncomfortably as his brain struggled to piece together a Legacily correct answer. "Um...romance is like, when there's...I guess, love?" He felt like an elementary school kid caught unable to spell the word bee. "Uhhh and love is...um....when somebody is...devoted to me? Thinks of me, takes care of me, and would...die for me?"

He realized he said 'me' quite a few times in that sentence.

"And I mean, I would do the same for them!" Lie.

The truth was, if someone would ever unfortunately fall in love with Seyoon, they'd have to give him everything. And in exchange, he might be able to give that person something. It won't be a lot, but it would be more than what he gave everyone else...and it would be more than what he thought he was ever capable of giving.

who is the most important person in your life?

"My grandmother." It was an honest answer. Normal people would answer their parents, wouldn't they? Or their siblings? While it was true that Seyoon loved his mother and father, stepmom and baby brothers, grandma was on a different tier. She made him toast and knitted him sweaters. Taught him how to grow vegetables and make homemade jams. She read him fairy tales and listened to his boring school stories. They watched nature videos together and she was the one who said go for it when he lacked the courage to ask a girl to the middle school dance. Every day was a good day with his grandmother! She had never disappointed him, never hurt him like everybody else that mattered, and was the most important person ever!

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

"Lost...someone?" Seyoon's smile became stiff. Once fucking again he was reminded of a kid who had died too young. Except this time, instead of a splatter of blood or a pale-faced ghost, he saw a piece of memory featuring two idiots splashing around in a pool. They were laughing, yelling, and having a jolly good time. The kid who died said I wish we could stay like this forever and he, while trying to crack open a can of soda, mumbled uh-huh, yeah.

"Have I..." His chest tightened, but he pretended to not feel it.

Why wouldn't we stay together? You are my best fri-

"Lost..."

On his seventeenth birthday, the wind was howling extra loud. Seyoon cranked up the music to drown out its cries. It was supposed to be such a wonderful night.

"No," Seyoon said in the end. "I haven't lost anybody. Nobody of importance, anyway." Truth? Lie? He pretended he couldn't tell.

[indigosabyss]

Writeathon Roundup Week 4

The second-last week! I was planning on working through my backlog of personal projects from here, but I recently got contacted by a bunch of different people asking for comms <33333 so I changed tracks to focus on those instead.

Luckily, I finished up Being Polite Is A Crime Now? and The 37 Century Conspiracy before the rush of orders, so they're complete.

Here's the overall summary:

Words Written: 19,614 Total Words of Fanfic: 930,209

Next week will be the last week of daily streams, after which I will do a biweekly schedule (with one day committed to crossovers and the other to standalones) so come by on Twitch if you want!

Start Time for 8 to 14 July: 12 PM GMT+5 (2 AM EST or 12 AM PST)

as always, under the cut are the fics I worked on this week.

Commissions | Patreon | Ko-fi

Commissions:

Playing A Mean Game [T, 18k+]

Three months ago, Monica Rambeau sealed up the Incursion, with her on the other side. Tired of waiting, Kamala gathered up the Quantum Bands and brute forced her way through the Noor to get to her side. Except she gets deposited in a world that's almost exactly like the sixties of her own world. With the addition of a group of people she definitely would have remembered. Erik was just trying to stop Schmidt from getting his hands on another kid like him. He didn't take into account that he would have to keep an eye on her after that.

It's Not An Odyssey If You Don't Know Where You're Going [T, 5k+]

From a very young age, Stede Bonnet had displayed rather uncanny abilities. It started with the relentless harassment he had faced from his peers, whose rough shoves resulted in many skinned knees and purpling bruises. All of which disappeared in less than minutes. Of course, as a child, it never occurred to him that this was unusual. The glowing was more of a concern. On the oceans, he was free of judgement for his proclivities. But there was still plenty to be feared about the ichor that ran through his veins. So he kept quiet. Until he met another like him. Blackbeard, Edward Teach, and - few people knew this - son of Charybdis. Yes, like the sea monster.

Untitled Marvel Comm

not giving much details about this project. just know i've written 3k for it at this point.

Untitled Percy Jackson v Triton Comm

more info will be given upon its release, like the one above.

Funny I Should Meet You Here [N/A, 5k+]

Ryuusui met Senku when they were kids in elementary school. But after Ryuusui changed schools, they grew apart, their paths never to cross again. Until the Petrification Wave came, and thirty seven hundred years passed. Leading to Senku arriving at the land where the Nanami Academy used to stand. Two friends reunite. And buried feelings bloom into something new.

Personal Projects:

Being Polite Is A Crime Now? [T, 8k+]

There were plenty of peculiar children who passed through the halls of the Konohan Orphanage. Minato had often been told that he was one such peculiar child, with his prodigious talent and excessive shyness. Even if he was, Minato was certain there was no one stranger than the kid a few years younger than him. Incredibly adept at melting into the background, good with knives in every way that didn't involve killing, and stubbornly set on manners and propriety that could not have been taught to them, Suz- Francois was always different. No one could have predicted how different, until they deserted. And left havoc in their wake, just for doing that job.

"I Will Always..." [G, 8.5k]

Byakuya hadn't exactly planned on becoming a father. He felt more like he owed it to the memory of his friend to take Senku in. But Senku was an incredible kid. Clever and enthusiastic and resourceful and yet still needing a guiding hand to stop him from doing things that would probably end with him getting killed. And between stargazing and bleach, microscopes and marker ink, model rocket launches and actual astronaut training, Byakuya really started to believe that he could do this. Then the green light. Of course he was out of harm's way, safe in the ISS. But Senku- Well, there was always hope. He would always hope.