#timid spirit

[falseandrealultravival]

University entrance from affiliated Primary school without exam competition (essay)

Keio Primary school

There are examples of people going from primary school to university without taking any exams, and without having to experience any competitive entrance exams. In Japan, Keio University is an example, and there are people who advance from Keio Primary School to Keio University.

One of my past blogging friends was someone like that, and we dated for about 10 years, but I got angry at his lack of education, especially his rudeness, so we stopped dating. He once said, ``It was very good for me that I didn't have to experience competition for entrance exams.'' - Is that true?

He had no science background at all. - Because he was able to get promoted even though he couldn't do math or science. There are things in life that you have to do in a way that is appropriate for your age. Learning how to look at things mathematically is one of them. Otherwise, you won't be able to see the world correctly. Since it was unnecessary to advance to the next grade, studying in that field was sloppy. Oh, poor you.

He also rejected boxing fights and certain social cartoons, calling them ``scary.'' With such a weak mental structure, one would faint just by reading a book such as 20th-century history. However, he specialized in the fields of sociology and economics. Well, even in this field, one can only have ``shallow analysis'' and ``shallow understanding.'' This kind of timid spirit is probably a characteristic of integrated schools, where there is no competition and the students are immersed in lukewarm water. I think competition for entrance exams is necessary unless you become a boneless person.

Rei Morishita

付属小学校からの大学入学と受験競争

受験競争を一切経験せず、小学校から大学まで無試験で進むという例がある。日本では慶応大学がその例で、慶応幼稚舎から慶応大学まで進める人がいる。

私の過去のブログ友に、そんな人がいて、かれこれ１０年は付き合ったが、彼の不勉強さ、とくに無礼さに怒って付き合いを止めた。以前彼が言っていたが「受験競争を経験しなかったことが、自分にとって非常に良かった。」――そうなのだろうか？

彼は理科系の教養がまるでなかった。――数学や理科ができなくても進級できたからだ。人生には年齢相応にやっておかなくてはならないことがある。数学的な物の見方の習得もその一つだ。さもないと、世界を正しく見られない。進級に必要ないから、その分野の勉強はいい加減だったわけだ。可哀想に。

また彼はボクシングの殴り合いとか、ある種の社会的マンガとかを「怖い」と言って排斥していた。そんな弱い精神構造では、２０世紀の歴史など、本を紐解いただけで卒倒するだろう。もっとも彼は社会学とか経済学の分野が専門だった。まあ、この分野でも「浅い分析」「浅い認識」しか持てないだろう。このような臆病で怯懦な精神も、競争のない、ぬるま湯に浸かった、一貫校の特性なのだろう。私は、受験競争は必要だと考える。骨なし人間になりたくなければ。

[thatskylyrebird]

When youree on a holidayyy

[wiirocku]

2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT) - For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

[vulcan-moon]

I’m assuming Serizawa doesn’t take the whole spirit situation well… how does dimple fare?

tells him off, which is not the best choice considering how reigen died lol. but i feel dimple has a different view on the permanence of death considering he's currently experiencing a pretty rich afterlife. i think he's kind of determined to make sure reigen experiences the pros of being a spirit over the cons

dimple teaching reigen how to change his spirit form bc reigen gets pretty stressed out at the idea of anyone other than serizawa and dimple seeing him with his Many Arms

i think dimple also has the easiest time interpreting reigen's aura, both bc i have some HeadcanonsTM on how dimple died but also mainly bc i think there's a sort of innate connection between two spirits. anyway, fluff bc i like the idea of them curling up w each other in blob form like cats

[trashowari]

funny days guide spirits

[travelersrest]

🪽💜🪽

[wanderingskychild]

🦋 The Butterfly Effect! 🦋

[nyaskitten]

Ideas about my Formling Snake OC:

What if he, despite being part-Venomari, could not naturally turn into a snake on his own? What if the Choosing Ceremony caused a snake spirit, let's say, a spirit who's really really really hungry, to find him and choose him as a host?

God how old would this kid realistically be like he can't be any older than like five because the Merge was like 5-ish years old... a five year-old bearing the soul of the Devourer as his animal form would be so fucked up... oh it'd be horrendous of me oh oh OH !!!

[mofffun]

rita scream scene from the movie: trailer #2 vs. final product. it was horrifying to see rita haunted by ghosts and look how many there were!

[hallofharmony]

how do sky ship names work do you combine the first words of the spirits name or the first word of one and the last word of the other like ?

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[sooooiren]

started playing the game a couple of weeks after sanctuary started, i didnt really understand what the season pass is but i did grab a few items from it

the timid bookworm hair, shell collector cape, and jelly hair

Hey I'm curious. Did anyone not get any cosmetics during their starter season because they didn't understand the game?

Bonus: Reblog and tell me the season that you got sky during, helps with the sample size.

My story/ramble under the cut

I'm a passage moth, but...... I had absolutely no idea there were cosmetics or even seasons when I started last year. I played up through forest and stopped at Valley, as I just didn't get what I was doing. So... result is i have nothing from my starting season.

[wiirocku]

2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT) - For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.

[robertoperodi]

Timida intuizione: spalancare - Timid intuition: open wide

Non so molto di Te.La mia intelligenza è povera, e Tu non Ti sforzi per farTi conoscere a fondo.Entri, esci, sei presenza, sei voce, sei vento, spalanchi.Ecco, spalanchi!Timida intuizione. Continue reading Timida intuizione: spalancare – Timid intuition: open wide

[sunni-stuff]

Knight Johnny and Simon tasked with taking care of their kings beloved daughter. She's a gem and deserves nothing but the best in regards to security. A job only they were deemed worthy enough for. The kings daughter, a living treasure, required their constant vigilance.

Failure was not an option.

Your timidity startled them upon introduction. Their king's daughter - so meek? You mumbled, eyes averted, fidgeting with your silk gown.

They anticipated a bolder spirit, akin to your sister. She daily paraded knights Kyle and Price through the village, flaunting them like trophies. Her sharp tongue challenged them at every turn. Yet the duo knew how those knights truly managed their princess behind closed doors.

You were clearly the calmer choice out of the rest.

The first couple days, you gave them no strife, an obedient thing who likes to keep to herself and read in the library. A harmless gem. So why did the other servants regard you with such cautiousness.

"Do not let her fool you." A servant whispers hastily, their steps as quick as their warning.

Johnny scoffs, the warning falling on deaf ears. His princess reigns supreme, unblemished. You? A fragile creature in his eyes - wobbly legs, wide-eyed naivety. Soap erases concerns, leaving only blind adoration.

Across the room, Ghost's eyes narrow. Your fearful gaze meets his, then darts away as if scorched. He silently absorbs the warning, his intense stare lingering.

Innocence's wings concealed mysterious. What laid beneath your angelic facade?

Inside the castles keep, Simon shed his armor, his blunt words filling their shared chamber. "The princess doesn't sit well with the servants. We'd best tread lightly."

Johnny lounged on his bed, eyes closed, arms cradling his head. "These walls thrive on gossip," he retorted. "You, of all people, should know better than to indulge it."

Simon, stripped of his knights garb, turned to face Johnny, a twinge of mirth in his eyes. "Yer just saying that because she's not giving you work."

"A likely assumption."

"Likely? You end up nodding off in the archive with how quiet it is."

"Really now? And what about you getting all red eared when she offers you to sit for tea. You don't say anything then."

The pair continue their banter back and forth, their "friendship" one formed through bonds on the field and off.

Their banter could've lasted the entire night if it weren't for a gentle knock against the wooden door, causing them to halt.

Simon tensed. His first instinct was to reach for his sword, Johnny, however, already made to the entrance. No one ever visited them this late or even had the courtesy to knock. Cautiously, he opened the door, only to be met with you.

Candle in hand. You stood draped in purple silk. Your nightgown's trim trailed behind you. Johnny's eyes met yours briefly, taking in your sweet expression. His gaze then wandered downward, drawn to your décolletage - your breasts pushed up enticingly, spilling over like frothy ale in a brimming tankard.

"Jewel, what are you doing here?" Soap inquired, peeking his head out of the threshold to ensure no one else wandered the halls. "Come inside, it won't do good for your reputation if you're seen."

Johnny's gentle aura drew you near while Simon's barriers held you back. The candle flickered on a nearby table as you approached the stoic knights. Nightfall had brought silence, the servants long gone. Loneliness crept into your room, driving you to seek comfort in the oddest of places. "Might I rest here tonight?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper in the dim chamber.

Johnny crumbled right there. How could he say no to his princess? With a guiding hand pressed against your back tenderly, he leads you further inside. "Of course. You just have to leave before sunrise, my lady."

Clad only in underwear and an incongruous helmet, Simon looked absurd. "Johnny, this is bloody insane," he hissed. "If rumors spread, we're dead men walking. And her reputation? Shattered beyond repair."

Johnny tugs you onto his bed, smirking at Simon. "We'll be stealthy, jewel," he whispers, making room beside him. Your drowsy nod seals the deal. He drapes the covers over you both, triumph gleaming in his eyes. Who would turn down sleeping next to a princess?

Simon's fury simmered beneath the surface. Jealousy and caution warred within him, but he couldn't change the outcome. "Your choice, your consequences," he growled. Snuffing out candles, he retreated. His heavy steps and angry shuffles punctuated the air as he returned to bed, seething silently.

Simon's ears perked up late in the night. A wet sound broke the peace, followed by hushed whispers and moans. Until then, only slumbering knights, watchmen, and crickets disturbed the tranquil darkness. Now, an unsettling change rippled through the air.

"Shh, jewel," Johnny's voice cautioned.

"J-Johnny—I'm trying—"

Simon froze.

Johnny's whisper had pierced the silence and your muffled response - your voice, trembling, sent Simon's heart into a frenzy. His eyes fluttered open behind his helmet. Heart racing, he peered into the darkness, straining to glimpse the unfolding scene. Your stifled moans confirmed his suspicions, sending a shiver down his spine.

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A/N

Trying out a new writing style, I don't like the way I write usually bc it seems way too casual? So wordhippo and analyzing some of my favorite writers on here are like toast and butter.