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if you're a foreign language teacher, and you don't know how to teach grammar in a way where students really comprehend and use it in their everyday lives, here are some useful ideas to use in your classroom.

teaching from examples: this means that the student is the one who needs to find out the grammar rules instead of being presented by the teacher. by teaching this way, it will be more meaningful for students. some examples could be teaching the present simple using realia (using objects in the classroom) or using a generative situation.

teaching grammar through texts: for this, it's important to use meaningful and in-context texts. for example, authentic sources such as newspapers, songs, the Internet, literary texts, the teacher and the students themselves.

These can help us to present grammar. but how do we practice?

Find someone who: this activity can be adaptable to many structures and it's a very interesting game where students can get to know each other. for example, we could make a chart asking students to find someone who has never been to Canada, has always liked music, has never eaten raw fish, has always had tea for breakfast, etc. We can also get students to write the questions themselves to make it more interesting for them or, at the beginning of the semester, we can find out one interesting fact about each individual student and put these facts into the chart (e.g. Find someone who is a football player, Find someone who plays in an orchestra, etc.)

Ask the right question: Students sit in two teams. There is a pile of cards between them. On each card, there is a word or phrase The cards are face down. A member of team A picks up the first card and then has to ask the other team members questions until they give exactly the answer that is written on the card. The game, which is suitable for all levels, forces students to think extremely carefully about the exact construction of the questions they are asking.

to sum up, teaching grammar is part of language second acquisition but we as teachers can make it more interesting and meaningful for our students.

disclaimer: i'd would like to say that if you teach grammar through a deductive method (coursebook, drills exercises, etc) it's okay, i'm not judging you!

you can learn more about this: S Thornbury (1999a: Chapters 3-6) for examples of different kinds of grammar teaching and learning.

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らん様（@ran_vnpf）よりご依頼いただき描かせて頂きました、「ファイアーエムブレム風花雪月」のディミトリ×ベレスです。

C98発行の同人誌の表紙となる予定でした。

現在、発行時期は検討中だそうです。

発行される目途が立ちましたら、ここでお知らせいたします。よろしくお願い致します。

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Modern Dimileth, celebrities AU, where they give an interview on some late night show and everyone in front of the TV simps for them.

Non nightshaded version on my BMC:

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Writing Tips

Battle Scenes

﹝ warning: mentions of violence ﹞

A majority of readers I talk to all say one thing… they skim or skip battle scenes. Mostly because they’re boring! A battle is supposed to be a climactic, thrilling moment yet it is often over-described and repetitive. Strike, strike, block, dodge, clang, clash, kill, blood, guts… we know. Here are some tips to keep it interesting!

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➳ short sentences

↠ using short sentences creates a fast pace, and battles are filled with quick movements and instinctive life-or-death decisions

↠ readers are less likely to skim over shorter sentences & more likely to be kept immersed

➳ keep it concise

↠ action scenes are not the time to describe the weapons and armor in full detail; keep the action flowing; if it doesn’t move the story forward, don’t add it

➳ dialogue

↠ show some exchanges between characters; add some snarky remarks or expressions of anger; it’ll break up the descriptions and engage the reader’s attention

➳ inner dialogue

↠ show how your character is feeling; we know they’re fighting, but how do they feel about it? wrathful? conflicted? remorseful? scared? nervous?

↠ but remember, no one is going to focus on emotions too much (if at all) when they’re in the heat of the moment; they’ll focus on survival; so try to show emotion through physical action or description

➳ show the motivation for the fight

↠ people fight differently based on their reasoning (aggressor vs defender); during actions scenes readers are generally more interested in the why than the how; we’ve all read enough battle scenes to get the idea of what happens, but what makes this scene special?

➳ the five senses

↠ a great way to be descriptive but not over-descriptive is to write a short sentence for each sense; it’ll paint the picture thoroughly but not bore the reader

➳ strong verbs

↠ avoid adverbs at all costs; it’s the perfect opportunity to use strong verbs

⇨ check out my posts on terms for sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat ⇦

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Mesmerizing ✨

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POV. You're an interactive fiction author and (for marketing purposes) you want to take a screenshot of that scene you wrote where one character low key implies the protagonist sucks a lot of dick, only to realise there's a 'your' vs 'you're' mistake on that page.

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"his rough hands are a stark contrast to his lips - a feather touch to the wound that's yet to heal."

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they would totally get paired pendants with their mini-portraits in them, just saying

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“Lolita isn’t a perverse young girl. She’s a poor child who has been debauched and whose senses never stir under the caresses of the foul Humbert Humbert, whom she asks once, ‘how long did [he] think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together…?’ But to reply to your question: no, its success doesn’t annoy me, I am not like Conan Doyle, who out of snobbery or simple stupidity preferred to be known as the author of “The Great Boer War,” which he thought superior to his Sherlock Holmes. It is equally interesting to dwell, as journalists say, on the problem of the inept degradation that the character of the nymphet Lolita, whom I invented in 1955, has undergone in the mind of the broad public. Not only has the perversity of this poor child been grotesquely exaggerated, but her physical appearance, her age, everything has been transformed by the illustrations in foreign publications. Girls of eighteen or more, sidewalk kittens, cheap models, or simple long-legged criminals, are baptized “nymphets” or “Lolitas” in news stories in magazines in Italy, France, Germany, etc; and the covers of translations, Turkish or Arab, reach the height of ineptitude when they feature a young woman with opulent contours and a blonde mane imagined by boobies who have never read my book. In reality Lolita is a little girl of twelve, whereas Humbert Humbert is a mature man, and it’s the abyss between his age and that of the little girl that produces the vacuum, the vertigo, the seduction of mortal danger. Secondly, it’s the imagination of the sad satyr that makes a magic creature of this little American schoolgirl, as banal and normal in her way as the poet manqué Humbert is in his. Outside the maniacal gaze of Humbert there is no nymphet. Lolita the nymphet exists only through the obsession that destroys Humbert. Herein an essential aspect of a unique book that has been betrayed by a factitious popularity.”

— Vladimir Nabokov (tr. Brian Boyd), Apostrophes (1975)

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A long wipwed because I crack myself up. As I tend to do, I ignored the results of Byleth's wyvern naming poll. (She does not name it Dimitri or Soup)

"Lady Byleth, do you have plans this afternoon?" asked Mercedes. "Annie and I are having tea, complete with my freshly baked scones!" "I'd love to, but I have to scrub out Dimitri's mouth," Byleth said, "That brat got into the garbage again and ate some of Flayn's failed culinary experiments. I'm sure you can imagine what that would do to someone's breath." She waved her hand in front of her face to mime a terrible smell. There was a clang as several forks dropped down onto plates, and confused looks surrounded them around the table. Dimitri buried his face into his hands. "Byleth, for the hundredth time, will you please reconsider naming your wyvern Dimitri?" he pleaded. Her face scrunched up into an adorable pout, and he could feel his resolve melting away. But no, he had to insist on this. It was so humiliating. "But Cyril said it's Almyran tradition to name a wyvern after a loved one whose spirit you want them to embody." "That's very flattering, but I'm quite sure he meant a deceased loved one." "I don't have any," she said. "Except my mother. But Sitri is a ridiculous name for a wyvern." Well, if all else failed, he could always change his name to Sitri, since that was apparently safe from being co-opted for a pet. "Then perhaps someone admirable from legend?" he suggested desperately. "How about Kyphon?" "Don't you dare," said Felix. "Your girlfriend is not riding around on one of my ancestors. Besides, I think she's picked a perfectly suitable name for a slavering beast." Byleth narrowed her eyes at Felix, and his smirk fell. "Sorry, Dimitri," he mumbled. "Eh?" asked Sylvain. "Do my ears deceive me, or was that an apology to His Majesty I just heard?" Felix jutted out his chin and crossed his arms. "She won't spar with me if I'm mean to him." Sylvain threw back his head and laughed. "How are you whipped by another's man's fiance?" Sensing Felix's anger rising, Dimitri intervened. "I think we're getting a bit off topic. Kyphon is out, apparently. You can't think of anything else, beloved?" She looked down at her bowl, and oh no, he could see where this was going. "I beg of you, do not say Soup."

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Dimileth live long enough to witness the release of FE3H, and someone is not happy to see his beloved having pleasure tea time with a younger version of him :> (hello charming attention seeker)

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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

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A/N: For the @dimileth-seasons-of-change zine! I had a drabble based in spring, and with the ideas of cleaning, cleansing, and starting anew, I wanted a piece on the two lovebirds letting go of their regrets and grief.

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Despite a surprise attack and a war spanning six years, Jeralt’s room was exactly how Byleth had left it. Bookshelves filled with tactical books, drawers filled with parchment and broken quills, a worn cloak hanging behind the door; it felt like just yesterday Byleth had walked in here to talk to her father.

It felt like just yesterday he had promised to tell her everything after he returned.

And in a sense, it had been just yesterday—even now, Byleth’s memories pre-war were like freshly healed scars, still easy to prick and bleed. It was hard to think it had been years since anyone had set foot in here. It was harder still to think her father was dead. The dust and cobwebs were the only proof of the passage of time.

“Byleth? Are you alright?” Dimitri asked quietly, his hand gently wrapping around her own. For all his strength, his grip was easy enough to break out of if she wished. Years had passed but he was ever considerate.

She clasped his hand tightly. His rough skin was soothing. Byleth glanced down at the threshold and bit her cheek. “I’m fine. Just…reminiscing.”

Dimitri didn’t press the matter, merely nodding in agreement. With the ghosts he carried, he must have spent his fair share trapped in memories. He rubbed his thumb along the side of her clasped hand comfortingly. “Unfortunately, I did not have the opportunity to visit Jeralt here as much as I wished.”

“Me neither.” Forcing herself to enter the room, Byleth finally released Dimitri’s hand as she slowly walked around the room. Everything was as she’d remembered, as though her father would stroll back in, a hearty laugh on his lips. His brown cloak still hung on the wall. She remembered buying it with her father. She remembered exactly when and how it had gotten torn and patched up over the years. “We spent most of our time traveling. I don’t think he actually thought of it as his room.”

“From what I recall, neither did you, Professor.” Dimitri looked too big in the small room, his massive frame awkward and out of place. It was like watching a caged lion. He remained still as he scanned his surroundings, taking it in. “Your room was as sparsely decorated.”

Byleth chuckled, recalling the few times he had entered her chambers. “That’s true. I’m not used to…owning things.”

Or having a place to call home.

Or having someone wait for her at home. Byleth peeked back at Dimitri, his body still attuned to hers even as he examined the room. She had received a lot of things ever since she’d first met him but the biggest was a sense of belonging.

She let go of the cloak and turned to the desk. There were few things of value in this room but they were all she had left of Jeralt. The only signs that he had ever existed. A lump formed in her throat as she picked up a parchment with his writing on it. “I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”

A warm arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her back into a firm chest. Dimitri leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on her head. “It will get easier with time.”

Byleth hadn’t meant to say it aloud but his response was reassuring. She reached up, her hand gripping his forearm, her head resting on his chest. It wasn’t something she had thought about before, but he had gone through this too, hadn’t he? And while she only had this small room, where everything her father owned could fit into a single trunk, Dimitri had to deal with an entire castle filled with his parents’ remembrances.

Will it? She almost asked. This was just her father’s memory. Byleth had yet to go down a floor, had yet to look at her ex-students’ rooms, at the dead Golden Deer and Black Eagle dorms. Dimitri sometimes looked at his hand as though he could still feel Edelgard’s still cooling blood. Her own hand still remembered clashing with Claude, her sword too heavy as she swung down.

For today, though, it was enough to deal with one ghost, one haunting. Byleth took a deep breath and pulled away from his embrace.

“Shall I help? Dimitri asked softly, his arms falling limply to his side.

“No.” Byleth turned around and gently grasped his hand. She brushed her thumb against the back of his hand reassuringly. “But stay.”

He smiled, his expression impossibly soft. “Of course.”

“And after…” Byleth closed her eyes. She had put this off for far too long. “We can visit my parents’ graves.”

“I was hoping we would.” Dimitri intertwined their fingers and gently rubbed her engagement ring. His gaze turned solemn. Quietly, he said, “I hope to get their blessing.”

“Blessing…” Byleth glanced at her ring, then up at him. It was something she had never considered; she had never been one to look at her ghosts. Perhaps there was some value with talking to the dead. Squeezing his hand, she nodded. “Me too.”

Bemused, Dimitri cocked his head. “You as well?”

“When we return home,” and the word sounded so light and sweet on her lips, “I’ll get your parents’ blessing too.”

Dimitri’s smile grew broader. “Home,” he repeated as he kissed her hand. “I did not think I would like the sound of that as much as I do.”

“Me neither,” Byleth replied honestly, pulling him down for a proper kiss. Home was still not something she was familiar with, but this time, she was willing to try.

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