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ew-selfish-art · 7 months

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DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

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The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

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Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.

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kvtnisseverdeen · 1 year

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CREATURES IN STRANGER THINGS → Vecna

A fearsome sentient creature aligned with the Upside Down, Vecna had humble origins as the human Henry Creel. After moving to a new home in Hawkins in March 1959, the young Henry discovered he had remarkable psychokinetic abilities and could manipulate the perceptions of others. Motivated by a misanthropic and nihilistic philosophy, Henry used his powers to psychologically torture his family, eventually killing his mother and sister. After Henry’s father, Victor, was falsely presumed to be the killer, Victor was imprisoned and driven further into madness. These events would draw the interest of Dr. Martin Brenner, who took Henry to Hawkins National Laboratory to be studied; he was designated 001, becoming the laboratory's first child test subject.

#okay i legit had nightmares for days when they showed vecna sadhjasdhasdkj #listen i just can't handle horror #and this isn't even like horror horror ya know #chile anyways #vecna #stranger things #mine*#edits*#graphics*#strangerthingsedit #stcreatures

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Scorpio/8th house dominant/stellium: Social circle.

Jaded, cynical, skeptical, guarded, high boundaries: That's how we describe an evolved scorpion/8th houser. They have seen a lot of bad stuff in life. They choose their social circle wisely.

Superficial parametres like looks, fame, titles, tags, money are byproduct of one thing - character. It does not matter to them that you are a high achiever unless you reflect that in your character.

Just-world fallacy is a cognitive bias which assumes that good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people. That what you get is what you deserve. That a successful person must deserve their success. An evolved scorpion just does not believe in this. They have seen far too many successful people with bad characters.

Scorpions choose their social circles based on character not external success. They choose people who are emotionally mature, self aware, know their emotional patterns, can self reflect and choose their behaviour. Scorpion has no time for immature people and they do not care for people pleasing. An evolved scorpion knows that a person who values a goal bigger than themselves can make money as a byproduct of their interest. They choose a doctor who actually genuinely enjoys studying, learning, helping people as a friend over a doctor who is just in the profession for title and money. Mars as the ruler of scorpio gives them the potential to perform and achieve their goals, but for the right reasons.

With sorpions, what you see is what you get. They are both emotional and rational. They are intuitive, thinkers and rationalize. An evolved scorpion is a lone warrior, on the hero's journey, no energy for drama and gossip, no time for toxicity and superficiality. This is because they intuitively know that life has to have a meaning. They do not merely live for pleasures. They live for purpose and dedication.

How so? Scorpion/8th house are both connected to strong libido energy. An unevolved scorpion can be a fuckboy, wasted, chaotic, problematic person. But an evolved scorpion is the anti-thesis. Libido as a life force, creative energy, kundalini, awakening, initiation, enlightenment, inner wisdom is what drives them. Many scorpion are also into occult subjects, but even without occult they are definitely into psychological exploration and philosophy.

Sigmund Freud has described libido as the instinctual physiological or psychic energy associated with sexual urges and, in his later writings, with all constructive human activity. This libido is the strength of an evolved scorpion because they are the ones who are most in touch with their conscience. Why scorpion? All signs can read astrology but nobody does it like scorpion. It is just like that. All signs have their innate qualities which share many similarities with others, mutually, but there is something about scorpion which sets them apart. This is where their reputation of dark, mysterious and psychic comes from, because they are internally judging others for all signs of character flaws and defects.

Their authenticity is remarkable. They keep their persona as close to the Self as possible. They like to live by their true values and the instincts. You cannot make them choose to be inauthentic at gun point. This is why they are also very conscious of karma and moral compass. They speak what they internally believe to be true and therefore they befriend those who are also on the quest for self knowledge.

#astro community #astro notes #astro observations #astro placements #astro tumblr #astroblr #astrology #astrology and mental illness #astrology blog #astrology observations #astrology notes #Scorpio #8th house

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 16 - Opening night

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 15 -- Part 17

Pairing: Sherlock x ofc

Summary: The night of the New Years concert is finally upon us, and though Sherlock has a handle on his nerves when it comes to performing, he doesn't fare as well when it comes to... in-laws...

Warnings: Fluff! And some truly horrible parents...

Word count: 4k

A/N: Am I going to apologize for not making this the porn I know we're al waiting for? Absolutely the fuck not! No regrets!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @peaches1958 @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill

Everything seemed to be ready for the New Year’s concert, except for Elena. She was - for lack of a more charming description - a jittering bundle of nerves, sat on the edge of a desk backstage, chewing on the skin around her fingernails, paying her environment no mind. That last thing she did so thoroughly that she failed to notice two things: The first was Sherlock, who sat next to her on that desk and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, the second was much worse.

“Elena, darling!” That was the voice of her father beyond a shadow of a doubt. Which meant her mother couldn’t be far behind.

“Sit up straight, sweetheart!” There she was. “And who might this be?” Sherlock, who didn’t get nervous before performances and therefore was in full possession of his mental faculties, had in his ever so great wisdom dropped his arm from around her shoulder the second he heard someone call her ‘darling’.

“This is Sherlock Holmes,” she said after taking a deep breath and getting up from the desk, “Sherlock, my parents; Theodore and Penelope Wilson.” Penelope Wilson seemed like the incarnation of the expression ‘if looks could kill’. Pure sulphuric acid couldn’t melt the obvious look of disdain from this woman’s face. Her father, on the other hand, opted for the more traditional glare. When he reached out his hand to make Sherlock’s acquaintance, it was almost a threat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Sherlock took his hand without hesitation. It was possible that he was simply blissfully unaware that he had anything to fear from the man, though it made more sense that his mother’s interesting upbringing finally proved useful - half of it had been rather rigid and proper, the other half, however, had been nothing short of an absolute circus. Sherlock’s way of greeting Elena’s parents seemed to diffuse the situation to a certain extent.

“Quite rare, nowadays, to come across a young man with a sense of propriety,” Mrs. Wilson remarked after Sherlock had let go of her hand, too.

“I will be sure to pass your compliments on to my mother,” Sherlock replied courtly. Elena could tell from the expression on her mother’s face that she was not yet impressed with the man in front of her. A predicament easily remedied through answering the question that she knew lay on the tip of her father’s tongue.

“And what do you do, Sherlock?”

“I am in my third year of law school,” Sherlock said - and much to Elena’s surprise, he stopped there.

“You’re being far too modest, Sherlock,” Elena said softly as she offered him a sweet smile and prayed he would tell her parents the rest.

“Elena…” It was clear that he was not intent on bragging to her parents, meaning she would have to do it on his behalf.

“He is also in his second year of his bachelor’s degree in philosophy,” her father slowly raised an eyebrow, “and takes courses in psychology,” as did her mother, “and he is the first violinist for the orchestra.” Sherlock smiled awkwardly. Whenever people boasted about his intelligence or musical talents, he felt like an aberration, though in this case he recognized that Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were the kind of people who wouldn’t readily think anyone well-suited for their daughter.

“And how old are you, Sherlock?” Her mother asked, curiosity sparkling within her eyes. They were the same shade of green as her daughter’s, Sherlock recognized.

“I am eighteen, Mrs. Wilson,” Sherlock answered, “soon to turn nineteen.” Elena could tell that her parents were impressed, and though she felt happy about that, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for parading Sherlock around the way she had. From the look on Sherlock’s face, however, she could tell - or at least reasonably assume - that he understood. There was only one question that could throw a spanner in the works, and of course her serpent of a mother was quick enough to ask it.

“What are you to my daughter, Sherlock?” The woman watched closely and with sourly pursed lips while Sherlock deliberated the proper answer to this question. Elena knew him to be caught between a rock and a hard place, having to please her mother with a steadfast answer that would prove him dependable, while not conveying any untoward intentions to her father in the process.

“I would like to call her my girlfriend,” Sherlock said to Penelope before turning to Elena, “if you will allow me to do so?”

“I’d be more than happy to,” Elena said. When Sherlock took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles, she giggled.

“I can’t believe they asked you to join us for dinner!” Elena exclaimed after she had skillfully ejected her parents from the backstage area of the theater.

“I can’t believe I accepted,” Sherlock groaned. His experience when it came to having dinner with people’s parents was limited, and apart from having hoped he would be able to keep it that way, he was also fairly sure he would be next to useless at it.

“I can’t believe my boyfriend,” she put a lot of unnecessary emphasis on the word, “is so afraid of making a fool of himself. I thought Sherlock Holmes paid no mind to what others think of him?”

“They’re your parents, I feel they are more important than most others.” Of course he was right. To her, it wasn’t as if their relationship depended on the approval of her parents, but she suspected that Sherlock was perhaps slightly more old-fashioned that way. The realization shocked her.

“Sherlock, their acceptance of our relationship doesn’t matter to me, I want you to know that,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him. He trembled in her embrace and hardly returned her affections.

“It does to me, Elena,” he whispered. In fact, the blessing of her parents - mostly her father, he had to admit, though he would think twice to ever mention it to his mother; she'd surely give him an earful - mattered so much that he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he could continue their relationship if he knew her parents didn’t want him in her life. To him, everything was hinging on that dinner. Elena took his face in between her hands.

“Don’t say that, please,” she whispered in return. There were tears in her eyes.

The restaurant was very nice, to put it mildly. One might say it was a venue of the posh variety, which was perfectly suited for Elena’s parents. Sherlock was subjected to a particularly thorough interrogation all the way through dinner. He answered their questions politely and honestly, but with a sense of modesty that irked Elena beyond belief. She regularly wormed her way into the conversation with compliments at his address, secretly wishing her boyfriend was a bit more of a… pompous ass, frankly. Sherlock found himself with similar prayers, as there was not a doubt in his mind that Napoleon or Charles would have breezed through a dinner like this. Charles’ family was old money whereas Napoleon’s love for the finer things in life had driven him to master the kind of social protocol needed in the circles that surrounded themselves with those pleasures, and while Sherlock had certainly be raised to possess a sense of propriety that some might deem archaic, his mother had always made sure to steer him away from anything she deemed ‘hoity-toity’. In that regard - at least according to his mother - he had no doubt fared better than his brother Mycroft, who, over time, had become a tad too big for his britches. That being said, Mycroft, too, would have had no trouble whatsoever surviving this dinner and effectuating a favorable outcome.

“What are you all doing here?” Sherlock asked. None of his roommates had ever shown up to see him perform, therefore he didn’t immediately consider the possibility they were here for him. He’d known August and Anjelica would be there, however, but he had been blissfully unaware that the others would show up, too.

“We always hear you practice, we were bound to get curious as to why we endure that, right?” Marshall answered.

“Besides,” Mike added, “some of us have girlfriends who get sad if we don’t take them out on dates.” Dani elbowed him in the ribs for that one, but calmed down instantly when Mike wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. The comment seemed to put Sherlock at ease, and he looked at Mike with gratitude. He didn’t enjoy being the center of attention, and while he found it a lovely gesture that they had come to see him, it did make him feel a tad awkward.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, mate,” Charles said as he slapped him on the shoulder.

“Elena’s parents are here,” Sherlock sighed, “I had to suffer through dinner with them.” The guys groaned in solidarity - most of them knew what it felt like, the others could roughly imagine it as something they never wanted to go through.

“How bad was it?” Anjelica asked curiously.

“It wasn’t bad, per se, they just don’t seem to like me much,” Sherlock said. The answer made Anjelica grimace. If these people didn’t approve of a man like Sherlock - who she admittedly didn’t know much about, but enough to have come to the conclusion that he was a gentleman through and through - then what in Heaven’s name would it take? She was about to get her answer directly from the source, as Elena and her parents approached the group, and mingled in their conversation. Sherlock could tell that the presence of his housemates greatly worsened Elena’s nerves, and he carefully took her hand in his, hoping no one saw.

Mrs. Wilson seemed immediately taken with Charles, which worried Sherlock greatly.

“Why do they like him, and not me?” He asked his friends when Elena’s parents were once again safely out of earshot, being guided to their seats by Charles.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say it’s because Charles isn’t shagging their daughter,” Marshall whispered, "which is a nice change of pace for him, don't you think?"

“What does it matter if they like you?” Danielle asked.

“They want what’s best for her,” Sherlock replied, “and if they don’t think that includes me, then how can I?”

“Well, you can’t do worse than my ex-girlfriend,” Elena said. A scornful laugh escaped her. “I mean, at least you’re a guy.”

“You’re…” Sherlock looked at her in surprise at what she had just said.

“Bi. I never mentioned that?” Elena was genuinely surprised it had never come up. Sherlock shook his head in reply to her question. “Oh, well, now you know.”

“Back to the issue,” Anjelica interrupted, “I can try to find out what they think of you?”

“Can you do it subtly?” Elena inquired nervously. Anjelica snorted derisively.

“I’ll have you know I was a debutante,” she said with a hint of arrogance to her voice.

“And is this the first time that has ever come in handy?” August asked, earning himself an elbow to the ribs. “You can all take that as a ‘yes’.”

Despite Elena’s nerves, she played beautifully - which she found hard to believe even after everyone had told her a million times. Well, almost everyone. The fact that her mother immediately resorted to harsh criticism of her performance, diligently listing all the things they felt needed improving, before moving on to speak ill of the acoustics of the theater, wasn’t the least bit helpful. She showed absolutely no qualms holding her monologue in front of everyone. Elena’s face lit up as Sherlock handed her a small bouquet of white carnations in the middle of her mother’s furious tirade about the terrible seats, the terrible lighting, and the terrible everything else.

“Mother!” Apparently, Sherlock’s gift gave her the courage to interrupt her mother’s Soliloquy of Doom. “If we are to list everything you found subpar about the performance - mine or anybody else’s - we might as well take a seat because we are all going to be here for a very long time. I suggest you save it for the drive home.” It was impossible not to hear the hurt in her voice as she said it. It didn’t take long for her parents to leave after that little outburst - though in all fairness, they had a fairly lengthy trip ahead of them.

After they left, Anjelica held up another flower. Sherlock took it from her, his smile displaying an edge of insecurity and doubt as he handed Elena the red carnation.

“I had August take that out for fear your parents would see it and know what I meant by it,” Sherlock said carefully. Elena smiled, immediately understanding what he was trying to say. It was as likely her parents would have perfectly understood the subtle message of a greater level of intimacy than the sentiment of sweet, innocent love conveyed by the white flowers as it was unlikely that they would have approved of it.

“Now that your parents are gone, can I still call you my girlfriend?” He looked very nervous all of a sudden, as if he expected a negative reaction.

“Of course,” she replied with a shy smile, “why wouldn’t that be okay?”

“We’ve only been going out for two weeks,” Sherlock pointed out. Elena chuckled. He would have been right in saying it had been only two weeks since they had first kissed, but she wouldn’t necessarily disregard all the time they had spent together before then, or so she argued. It was a reasonable argument, but not quite enough to convince Sherlock.

"But we were friends," he retorted, his voice thick with amusement.

"Maybe you were," Elena replied, "I was flirting with you starting after maybe the first rehearsal in your room."

"But I wasn't aware of that," he said, the amusement in his voice traded in for sadness.

"And that's why it's only been two weeks since we first kissed."

"You mean to say we could have been doing that since the beginning of the quarter?" The smile that lay on his lips sounded all too clearly in his voice, and was visible in his eyes. She loved it when he smiled like that, and it made her fall in love with him all over again.

"If you hadn't been such a clueless goof? Yes."

"Listen, we tried absolutely everything in our power," Charles suddenly said.

"Alright," Sherlock said to Elena, "I can apologize, or I can try to make up for lost time. You choose."

He hadn't even finished speaking the sentence or her arms were wrapped around his neck and her lips touched his. Sherlock recognised the voices of all his roommates - and their partners - in the small cheering crowd he was trying not to pay attention to. Their excitement was understandable, as someone would indubitably point out sooner rather than later. To Sherlock’s surprise, it was Marshall. He wasn’t usually one to meddle in others’ business.

"Sherlock Holmes kissing someone, I never thought I'd see the day."

"And in public, no less," Napoleon added.

"Like that," Mike chimed in, "there's definitely tongue involved there..."

"Can you blame him," Charles said, "she's fi-" It was far too easy to guess his intentions regarding the end of that sentence, and it was plenty for Sherlock to interrupt his current activities and turn around to face Charles.

"Do you remember what I told you last week, or do you need me to remind you?" There was a dark edge to his voice that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t also turn her on immensely. Charles raised both of his hands while taking a step back upon hearing the undertone in Sherlock’s voice.

“What happened last week?” Elena inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Nothing,” Sherlock replied, but that answer clearly wasn’t enough for her.

“Oh, I mentioned I’d been getting worried I’d have to take you off his hands,” Charles said casually, “and your boyfriend threatened me with grievous bodily harm.”

“Did he now?” Everything about her voice screamed that she found that far more attractive than she should ever admit to in public, which Anjelica, Dani and Solveig picked up on immediately, judging from their failed attempts at hiding their laughter in suspicious coughing, or behind their hands. The boys, however, largely seemed to remain clueless - which was probably for the best.

“Full house tonight, huh?” Sy asked as they all started walking in the same direction when they came out of the theater. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on Elena, who looked as though she hoped the ground beneath her feet would disappear. Luckily, Dani elbowed Sy in the ribs.

“She’s learning,” Marshall laughed.

“Mike,” Sy growled, but the way Mike looked back at him stopped him from saying whatever it was that he had been planning on saying.

The rest of the walk back to the house was peaceful enough, although Sherlock caught some wistful looks from Marshall, aimed at any of the guys who had an arm wrapped around a girl.

“Are you okay,” he asked carefully, only to be met with a growl and a ‘fine’ that didn’t sound fine at all. Sherlock decided it would be best not to press the matter: neither he nor Marshall were great conversationalists, especially when it came to serious matters, and he felt he wasn’t necessarily the right person to further investigate what was going on. Instead, he pulled a shivering Elena closer to his side and kept walking.

Next to them, Mike and Dani were discussing a movie they were planning on watching when they got home. Sherlock was surprised to hear Elena break into their conversation, saying she hadn’t seen it either, and had been meaning to. She gave him an inquisitive look when the invitation to watch it with them came. As much as he was looking forward to spending the night with her, he gladly accepted.

“Mind if we join you?” Anjelica asked, not bothering to ask August if he had other plans for the evening. “Anyone else?” If all the women in the world had the confidence of Anjelica Madden, men would be done for. Sol and Geralt accepted the invitation, the rest opted out on account of being single and very much unwilling to have that rubbed in their faces.

“Are we really going to stuff the eight of us in one bedroom?” Dani asked hesitantly. It’s not that the house was small, but it would still be on the awkward end of ‘very cozy’.

“I was going to suggest the living room,” Anjelica answered. Elena and Dani looked at each other.

“There’s a living room?” they asked simultaneously. As it turns out, 179th Crescent Street did have a living room - though neither Dani nor Elena had ever seen or heard of it. If Sy was to be believed, that was because they had been preoccupied with their boyfriends, but the simple truth was that it just wasn’t used much. That, and what Sy said.

The living room was definitely more comfortable for the eight of them than any of the guys’ rooms would have been. Soon, it was abundantly clear why the others had declined the offer to join them. Mike had terrible taste in movies, but he could spot a good horror from a mile away - not that he didn’t enjoy the objectively dreadful ones. Had the girls been fighting over legroom on the couch before, now they were curled up against their boys so closely that there was actually plenty of room in the middle. Sherlock took a minute to observe the others closely. Dani looked genuinely scared, and Mikey chuckled every time something happened that startled her and she crawled even closer to him, pulling the blanket she had confiscated closer around her shoulders. Sol didn’t seem fazed in the least, but still gladly took the opportunity for some socially acceptable snuggling. When he focused his attention on Anjelica, he found out rather quickly that she was faking her fright. August was most definitely aware of this, and couldn’t have cared less if his life depended on it. Much to his surprise - and, if he was completely honest, his dissatisfaction - Elena seemed to have adopted a similar technique.

“You know I’ll still hold you if you aren’t scared, right?” Sherlock said. “You don’t have to pretend.” His tone was casual, and his remark closely followed by three dark chuckles from the other guys. Elena rolled her eyes - more at herself than at him. She could - and should - have expected him to point it out.

“As long as that’s the only thing she’s faking,” August said lightly. For some reason, the remark caused Sherlock to blush while the others laughed.

By the time the movie finished it was nearly midnight, and everyone was - or at least looked - tired. Everyone made their way to their respective rooms, and both Sherlock and Elena were glad that other than a suggestive wink from Mike as he said goodnight, no one said anything. After changing, Sherlock went back downstairs to brush his teeth, only to be met upon return with a softly sobbing Elena. She was curled up in his bed, facing the wall, hiding beneath the covers.

“Elena, what’s wrong?” He got in behind her and pulled her into his arms.

“It’s nothing.” As far as Sherlock was concerned. Crying, by the very definition of the word ‘nothing’, did not qualify as such.

“You’re obviously lying.” It wasn’t a question. In fact, it was a fairly harsh - albeit true - accusation. Elena recognized how little sense it made to keep Sherlock at arm’s length, and she turned around, wrapping an arm around him and hiding her face in his chest. For a moment, they just lay there, and he gently stroked her hair and her back.

“It’s my parents,” Elena finally said. The sound of her voice was positively dripping with exhaustion, and not the kind, per se, that was fixed with a good night’s sleep. “Sherlock, please don’t leave if they decide they don’t like you. At this point, I don’t even think they like me.”

“Elena, pardon my saying so, but your mother is an absolutely exhausting woman.” Sherlock had been fighting the urge to say that out loud all night, and he finally couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. Of course it was still far more polite than some of the other things he wanted to say about her, but he found it best not to push his luck.

“My father isn’t much better,” she sighed, “but on the positive side, he did say you were a ‘fine young man’ when I walked them to their car.” Her eyes almost drifted shut halfway through her sentence, and she struggled to stay awake.

“And your mother?” Sherlock had absolutely no clue as to why he asked - it wasn’t as if the answer could possibly be anything good, so why was he curious about it?

“Outright suggested I go for Charles or Leon, instead.” There was a smile on her lips as she said it, and it stayed there until she finally let her eyes fall shut and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Sherlock, on the other hand, found himself with quite a lot more trouble falling asleep. It didn’t come as a surprise to him that Penelope Wilson didn’t approve of him, but he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. Elena didn’t seem to care much, and it had become relatively clear to him during the past evening that perhaps her parents - at least her mother - didn’t have her best interests at heart, after all. They seemed to put an unnecessary amount of pressure on her. The memory of her voice when she had told her mother off for criticizing everything about the concert rose to the front of his mind, and he found himself clutching his sleeping girl closer to his chest. She was safe there, he’d make sure of it.

-> Part 17

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melancholybuck · 5 months

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Your writing is so DELICIOUSLY bleak but like in a good way

I’m a philosophy major and I’m DROOLING over your writing skills rn

Your prose exhibits a remarkable amalgamation of psychological intricacy and emotional nuance, fostering a captivating narrative that delves into the protagonist's profound internal conflict. The eloquent utilization of sensory details and the skillful juxtaposition of trauma and exhilaration culminate in a narrative that is both evocative and immersive. The nuanced exploration of your psyche, coupled with the vivid portrayal of atmospheric tension, contributes to the overall sophistication of your writing.

-sincerely, A cis gay dude who needs therapy

P.s: hope your doing okay

Reading this made me tear up a bit. Thank you so much. I'm not doing too well, but i thank you for your concern.

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Hello hello !!! May I get a tadc matchup? <3

I'm nonbinary & transmasc , preferred pronouns are he/it

I'm aroace, bisexual with a preference for men, and cupioromantic <3 I'd be comfortable matching with anyone, but I lean more towards men :3

I'm very sorry if this causes any trouble for you, but I would not like to be matched with Caine </3

Personality: I'm generally a very quiet person, not really speaking unless spoken to and stuff, but I'm not necessarily a shy person. I can hold a conversation pretty well once someone starts speaking to me. I don't change much with people I'm close with, besides initiating conversations more often (but it's unlikely. I have to be very close in order to do that) I'm very much a people pleaser, always trying to make changes to whatever I can so someone else can get what they want. I can be kind of mean and blunt sometimes, but I'm not trying to! It's just hard for me to tell my tone :( Another thing, I'm uncomfortable with physical touch. If someone touches me I will automatically push them away. That doesn't mean I don't like it! If you warn me beforehand or ask me before touching me, I'll be more likely to say yes. (not a guarantee though, it depends on how close we are)

Hobbies//interests: Psychology, philosophy, classic literature, dolls, bats, human anatomy, mori kei, cult party kei, sweets, small animals, wintertime/cold weather, literature analyzing, psychological horror, and trinket collecting ^_^

In a partner, I usually try to look for people who can put up with my bluntness, and people who can initiate conversations first. If they don't, we probably won't ever speak 😭 I like people who are outgoing, it gets me out of my comfort zone a bit :3

My love language is most definitely acts of service. I'm not great at expressing my feelings through words or physical touch, so I always opt for doing things for the people I love.

I'm a Scorpio ^^

I looove Jirai, menhera, and all things like that :3

Fun fact: I'm deathly cold 24/7 and I speak fluent Russian <3 (Honestly I'm not that great with English irl, I can barely speak if I try </3)

I hope this is okay!! Have an amaaazing day <333333

Hi, yeah absolutely! I hope you have a good day too and thanks for the request! <3

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

JAX!!!

Okay, I know Jax can be a lot to deal with but I am confident that you can do it. He probably softens up a little when he actually likes someone too, which may take awhile but he’ll slowly but surely grow into his infatuation with you. So I think you and Jax would be a good match!

As long as you can put up with his Jax-ness, he doesn’t mind how blunt or mean you are. Odds are, when he’s getting closer to you he even finds it charming. Everyone around the circus is too nice or goody for him, so you’re a nice break away from that. And he’s not afraid of talking either, so initiating conversations with you is easy-peasy for him!

Jax is not big on physical affection, so no worries about that. He’s likewise not great with expressing himself through words (his jerky persona makes it so he’d be too flustered to admit to being nice…) so the two of you are better with showing love through your actions! He’ll do the sweetest thing for you like save you an extra dessert but get all defensive if you try to ask him about it any further.

He acts like he doesn’t care about others but with you, he’s actually very interested in your thoughts and interests. Being into psychology/philosophy, you would talk to him while he listens, only interrupting with a witty remark every now and then. Maybe you could even teach him about why he’s like… that lol (imagine: the scene in Lilo and Stitch where she’s showing Stitch the chart with his “badness” levels).

I think Jax is easily flustered when he’s in love over the little things his partner does. With you, he loves hearing you speak Russian, it’s like his guilty pleasure. He’d definitely try and “trick” you into speaking Russian by initiating conversations in what little Russian he knows but he’s not sly. You indulge him anyway and he sits and listens, interjecting with what you’ve taught him so far, even if he doesn’t fully understand it.

#tadc matchup #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax x reader #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc x reader #anonymous #romantic matchup #my matchups

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ardor-mohr · 11 months

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“Think of the following question: Can one imagine a pain, with, say, the quality of rheumatic pain, but without locality? Can one imagine it?

When you begin to think this over, you see how much you would like to change the knowledge of the place of pain into a characteristic of what is felt, into a characteristic of the sense-datum, of the private object that is there before my mind.”

— Wittgenstein, Remarks on the Philosophy of Psychology, Vol. I, §440.

#where do you feel grief?

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unwounding · 1 month

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Since I'm taking dbt Very Seriously I've made an effort to take a more nonjudgmental stance, particularly towards arguments I hesitate to accept. It's especially helpful for my research on prostitution, which is a testy subject for me (and several others) due to its implications for misogyny.

This entails recognizing that people have their reasons for believing what they do. That some researchers take issue with overly hostile attitudes towards prostitution makes sense: mores, including those about sex, are dynamic, and what was considered unacceptable in times past are seen as normal today. Until recently the mores concerning sex in western society were characterized by shame and repression, beliefs that inflicted profound material and psychological harm onto others, e.g. gay people and women. Thus the logical conclusion is to respond to the straightjacket of Victorian corsetry with liberalism. Moreover, radical feminist texts on prostitution in the 1980s often traded in extremes and relied on shabby empirical work. Speaking of which, its also understandable to view sex work as a trade like any other. After all it is an exchange of service for money between two consenting adults. The point is well taken.

And yet the holes in this belief system remain, and I'm still annoyed by claims of objectivity which are more often than not cloaked in moralizing that simply goes in the opposite direction. Take, for example, Ronald Weitzer, a researcher who is especially critical towards writers like Dworkin. While he's justified in some critiques, particularly those concerning empirical accuracy, his snide remarks towards feminism is concerning: he chides feminists for hyper-focusing on patriarchy because, hey, women buy sex too! And yet the gender skew is so extreme--I cannot emphasize how extreme it is in terms of social phenomena in general--that it is simply disingenuous not to hyper-focus on the hierarchal gender structure. I truly do not believe it's a coincidence that I found this annotation in one of his articles:

This is to say nothing of Teela Sanders, who argues that being anti-prostitution is an attack on men's and men's sexuality.

Part of this shift was driven by meeting the researcher who argued that sex work can be empowering by virtue of black women playing into stereotypes, stereotypes that perpetuate the racism that depresses their wages and compels them to act out racist fantasies in the first place. I have no qualms in making the moral claim that black women saying they find it utterly degrading when clients call them nigger during sex but endure it because they need to eat is disgusting. And yet...I don't think the author is a morally corrupt person; they were guided by compassion and a desire to humanize their subjects, even if it meant making the torturous argument required to get out of a blatantly dehumanizing situation enacted by society.

Meeting them was quite apt in that it builds the keystone of both my research and broader philosophy: people do not have to be cartoonishly evil to reproduce harm.

And I'm not proofreading this take it or leave it.

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animescapist · 3 months

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MANGA REVIEW Yofukashi No Uta

Alternative Titles: Call of the Night Author: Kotoyama Chapter Count: 200 Genres: Comedy, Psychological, Romance, Slice of Life, Supernatural Has anime? Yes. Completed on January 24, 2024

This manga caught me by surprise, resonating with me in ways I hadn't anticipated. It's a delightful blend of thought-provoking themes, tranquil moments, and adorable characters.

Among the vampire romances I've had the pleasure of reading, this one stands out for its exceptional pacing and character depth. Not a single chapter felt superfluous or dull; each contributed meaningfully to both the overarching narrative and the seamless progression of the plot. The coherence of the story is commendable.

Its unique aesthetic offers readers a glimpse into nocturnal life, presenting a refreshing perspective for those accustomed to being early birds, while night owls may find it a beautifully realized embodiment of their fantasies, albeit set in a modern backdrop populated with... vampires.

I typically do not gravitate towards vampire-themed genres, though titles like Shiki, Castlevania, and Hellsing have captured my interest in the past. "Call of the Night" has similarly intrigued me, largely due to the complexity of Yamori's character and the allure of Nazuna.

Their dynamic unfolds in a way that's both enchanting and genuine. Yamori's journey of self-discovery and Nazuna's captivating presence as a vampire, along with her awkwardness towards romance and vampire breeding, make for a compelling exploration of identity, companionship, the vampire's general existence and effects on mortals, and the boundaries of the night world.

The warmth and complexity of human and vampire emotions is remarkably delivered. The manga explores the nuanced lives of vampires in depth, examining the philosophies they adopt to endure as a minority species. It delves into their worldviews on immortal life, particularly their perceptions of relationships, infatuation, desire, and love towards humans and their own kind. It also spurs on the problems vampires have caused in human society. The manga offers a space for reflection on the themes of loneliness, belonging, consequences, and the search for meaning in an immortal and mortal existence.

The art style of Yofukashi no Uta deserves praise for beautifully capturing the essence of night — its shadows, its quiet, its hidden lives. The illustrations have a way of drawing you in, that either evokes unease or enchantment. This stylistic choice subtly conveys the dual nature of vampires – their allure and danger.

The attractiveness of these characters draws the reader in, much like the seductive nature of vampires drawing their victims. Yet, the very same features hint at their potential for menace and their status as creatures of the night.

I'm particularly fond of how Kotoyama captures characters in moments of provocation or instinctual fear. The intensity of these scenes is palpable. Kotoyama's art style is exceptionally well-suited to the vampire setting. Moreover, this fits seamlessly into horror, urban fantasy, or other supernatural genres.

There are many more exemplary moments I could highlight, but I'll leave them for you to discover and savor as you delve into the manga.

Another aspect I deeply appreciate is the use of varied angles and perspectives to effectively convey spatial dimensions and amplify emotional resonance in engrossing moments.

This aligns with the narrative as well, given the aerial antics of vampires.

Kotoyama demonstrates a profound awareness of art composition, which significantly enhances the storytelling. I believe this keen attention to detail and use of visual techniques are a testament to Kotoyama's remarkable creativity.

Lastly, the action sequences. The depiction of characters' movements is meticulously drawn, with each key motion illustrated with care to ensure visual coherence and fluidity. These dynamic scenes are both engaging and easy to navigate visually. This is something I've seen some action-focused mangas fail to do, but Kotoyama achieves.

Now, you might be wondering, "Are there any drawbacks to this narrative?" Well, brace yourself, because the perennial concern in vampire romance stories—the age of mortal characters—is quite evident here. It's hard to overlook the fact that both Kou and Yamori are mere middle schoolers, not even high school students! It's a detail that may prompt a disapproving shake of the head.

I understand the sentiment; boys will indeed be boys. However, Kou and Yamori's interactions with their love interests stand out for their depth. They appreciate their partners for who they are, not merely for physical attractiveness or their little Johnny's desires. Their feelings don't revolve around base urges—those only surface when external influences come into play. This aspect leaves me with mixed feelings, as it's disheartening to think that young male readers or viewers might walk away with skewed perceptions, potentially fostering unhealthy fantasies and weird kinks. It's a lamentable possibility.

Despite these concerns, my admiration for Yofukashi no Uta remains strong, buoyed by the numerous positive aspects I've highlighted. The portrayal of vampire romance in this series has touched me in a way that no other has. It's refreshing to see characters like Yamori and Kou approach relationships with such a mature and healthy mindset.

And while I've voiced certain reservations, it's comforting to note the presence of adult characters and vampires within the narrative who act with a sense of responsibility towards these middle schoolers, almost like guardians. This oversight ensures that, despite its complexities, the storyline maintains a semblance of guidance and protection for its younger characters. In the end, things seem to balance out, preserving the integrity and appeal of the story.

So, would I recommend this manga to you? Without a doubt, YES, I am wholeheartedly recommending it! I am grinning as I'm writing this. The conclusion of this tale took me on an emotional rollercoaster. Initially, I dived into the story expecting a lighthearted romantic comedy about a human and a vampire stirring up mischief in the nocturnal cityscape. However, what I discovered was something far richer and more profound. Several chapters, particularly those exploring Nazuna and Yamori's relationship, moved me to tears. Seriously, do yourself a favor and dive into this story. You won't regret it!

#manga / manhwa review #yofukashi no uta #call of the night

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Here is my application! I'll be using @floofgryph to participate in this year's Tumblronpa.

Name: Joachim Ó hIfearnáin (real name), Morrígan (preferred name), Judith (name used amongst her gang)

Ultimate: Ultimate Gang Leader (fake), Ultimate Social Worker (real)

Birthday: October 13th

Age: 19

Personality: She possesses excellent interpersonal intelligence, a creative mind, an ambivert attitude, trust issues, and suicidal tendencies. She also possesses a charismatic, yet menacing presence and a rebellious, charitable, leisure-loving spirit. She tries her absolute best to treat people with fairness, strongly believing that everyone deserves equitable treatment. Joachim also tries to be fairly tolerant, but will act out when someone is unfairly mistreating another person or harming/threatening those she deeply cares about. She can be ruthless and aggressive, but that’s often targeted towards those she despises for a reason. She’s prudently watchful, street-smart, and persuasive, and she’s often considerably thoughtful about her words and actions around other people. She isn’t afraid to take on new challenges and potential risks, and she’s unflinching in the face of danger or difficulty. When it comes to new people, she’s timid and not very talkative at first, but she eventually shows more of her extrovertedness when she feels comfortable enough to do so. Despite being an ambivert, Joachim has more introverted tendencies, often spending her time alone, being reserved, and interacting with small groups of people.

Appearance: She has shoulder-length, curly golden copper brown hair that’s often tied into a ponytail and reddish-brown freckles on her face, neck, and chest. She has top scars and a healed slash across her face from the right side of her forehead to the middle of her cheek. She also has scars on her lower legs that she often tries to keep covered, pale ivory skin, greyish-blue eyes, and four black moles: one the right corner of her upper lip; one above her left eyebrow; one near her right wrist; and one on her left outer thigh. Joachim dons her father’s duck blue leather biker jacket with azure mist sheepskin outlining and hidden compartments. On the back, it depicts a white decapitated Gorgon’s head crying blood with hair of ten purplish, vermillion-eyed serpents and the Latin phrase “NATURA NON CONTRISTATUR” (nature is not saddened) above in shimmering gold. She has a barn red T-shirt, dirty brown, high-waisted jeans, and mid-calf black boots with bronze eyelets, teal blue laces, and silver spikes. She has silver snake bites, pink opal stud earrings, a left gold orbital conch earring, and a brass Celtic cross necklace. She also has an aquamarine hololith bracelet on her right, and her nails are often painted a yellow-orange.

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She honestly doesn’t care what people refer to her as in regards to pronouns, but she often goes for she/her and they/them.

Likes: Riding her motorcycle at night, creative writing, reading dark fantasy, psychological horror, adventure, and cyberpunk manga and novels, stargazing, nature, mythological and legendary monsters, exploring abandoned buildings, tattoos, stuffed animals, and going to the beach.

Dislikes: Predators, oppression, cold and wet weather, watching and reading romance and purely exploitative media, being yelled at, people who harm or threaten her loved ones and friends, sexist remarks directed at her, massive social gatherings, manipulation, and most of her childhood.

Any extra info: She’s part of a nerdy, yet fearsome delinquent gang called the Lackadaisical Holofernes and they partake in vandalism, dangerous driving, street fights, and drug dealing. She attended Hope’s Peak Academy in order to obtain a proper education, meet real friends who would appreciate her as a unique and creative person, and find a potential partner. Joachim is half-Irish and she’s very interested in philosophy, mythology, ancient history, astronomy, art, religion, and biology. She secretly carries around a switchblade, pepper spray, her grandfather’s Desert Eagle pistol, and a package of .50 Action Express. She doesn’t like to acknowledge her real Ultimate as much, so she often uses her fake Ultimate to mask it and it’s quite conceiving.

Character triggers: Excessive alcohol, her private parts being touched, discrimination in general, suicide, and stalking.

This Student Application is approved and is on the list.

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what do you love most about your tc??

his eyes, the color of water on a summer's day, kind of similar to the clear blue waves that hit the sand on the shore. his slim and veiny, yet experienced, hands. his stubble, no more than three days old.

the way he can turn the most random fun fact about human behavior into a fascinating discussion with three hundred different layers and a whole chapter of conclusions that you'll be thinking about for the next month. the fact that he could talk for hours about literature, fine art, music, cinematography, psychology, philosophy, and language. there's no subject he doesn't know about. how open-minded he is. how he seems to live in harmony with the local nature, and how in love he seems to be with the earth around us. how he always has something wise to say. his sarcastic remarks and ironic sense of humor. how much he knows about different kinds of wine. the fact that he cooks, and he cooks more than the occasional scrambled egg. how elegant and gentlemanly he is, and yet i feel that he has this somewhat wild side that not many people have seen.

how he sometimes says something so ambiguous and bold that I wonder for days if he meant it the way I thought he did. how he sometimes looks at me in class as if to check if I'm listening. how he always asks me for an answer when other people have gotten it wrong before me, because he knows I'll say the right thing.

#teacher crush #teacher attachment #teacher love #male teacher crush #male tc #tc confessions #h3rself

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Ditching phonics makes no sense! I learnt to read full novels in 4 months and read Lord of the Rings when others were struggling with early learner books. Why do schools allow ideologues render so many children illiterate?

It's really wierd. "Whole word"/"whole language"/"three-cueing" functions as a kind of ideology and worldview. It's not based on anything demonstrably true about how people learn to read, and adherents cling to it with resolute faith.

It seems to comprise part of a larger philosophy that teachers actually teaching, and students actually learning, useful skills like the alphabet, how to read, how to add and multiply, is oppressive, limiting and "rote learning." And we should instead open up the world to kids to just let them absorb all this stuff and figure it out for themselves. Just show them how fulfilling, how great reading is, and they'll pick it up on their own. It feels nice to these people. Which, of course, is the most important thing. Not working with kids through the hard process of building a life skill that could make or break their future.

Two thirds of American Ed School professors teach the homeopathy of "Whole Word," aka "Three-Cueing" to their classes of future teachers. And I say "homeopathy" deliberately, in that "whole word" crusaders believe kids magically absorb reading in the same way homeopaths believe water magically absorbs the properties of other chemicals.

This is like two thirds of geography teachers teaching that the Earth is flat, or two thirds of chemistry teachers teaching about how you should stay away from "chemicals."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reading#Whole_language

In his 2009 book, Reading in the Brain, cognitive neuroscientist, Stanislas Dehaene, said "cognitive psychology directly refutes any notion of teaching via a 'global' or 'whole language' method". He goes on to talk about "the myth of whole-word reading", saying it has been refuted by recent experiments. "We do not recognize a printed word through a holistic grasping of its contours, because our brain breaks it down into letters and graphemes". In addition, cognitive neuroscientist Mark Seidenberg, in his 2017 book Language at the Speed of Sight, refers to whole language as a "theoretical zombie" because it persists in spite of a lack of supporting evidence.

This is from the US government's Nation's Report Card website.

[ Note: This is part of a larger infographic; I trimmed it down to include just reading and writing. You can see the whole thing at the original website. ]

It's minority and underprivileged kids who suffer from this reading woo because they may not have as many books at home, may not have as stable a home life, might not have family members who can take the time to spend on the alphabet or reading practice if, for example, it's a single-parent household with a parent holding down two jobs to make ends meet. Or didn't learn to read properly themselves. These are kinds of considerations that grifters like Kendi and DiAngelo never factor into their sweeping narratives of systemic this and that. And cast you as a bigot for even suggesting.

How about, before implementing the toxic poison of the tenets of Critical Race Theory, you actually teach the kids to read? How about before implementing divisive oppressor-vs-oppressed programs of unsubstantiated postmodern philosophy in Kindergarten, you teach the alphabet and then see what sort of life success your students get.

As Roland Fryer remarked:

"I've been in fifth grade classrooms in which they're still learning the clock, and how to tell time, in fifth grade. I told the principal, if they can't tell time, at this point, they'll have no place to be on time for."

What's further difficult to stomach is that this has been known for over 60 years.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why_Johnny_Can%27t_Read

Why Johnny Can't Read—And What You Can Do About It is a 1955 book-length exposé on American reading education by Rudolf Flesch. It was an immediate bestseller for 37 weeks and became an educational cause célèbre. In this book, the author concluded that the whole-word (look-say) method was ineffective because it lacked phonics training. In addition, Flesch was critical of the simple stories and limited text and vocabulary in the Dick and Jane style readers that taught students to read through word memorization. Flesch also believed that the look-say method did not properly prepare students to read more complex materials in the upper grade levels.

Just think about that. For over sixty years, many kids have been taught to read using known substandard, ineffective methods, and any success they had was in spite of that teaching, not because of it.

Think of how many kids dropped out of school or did poorly because they were frustrated by not being able to fully participate, or concluded that school wasn't for them because they couldn't "get it." Who watched more advantaged kids streak ahead of them, thinking that there was something wrong with them. And if you can't read, how well can you possibly write?

Think of how many underprivileged kids perpetuated a cycle of dropping out of school, possibly early or single parenthood, low income prospects or even crime, and eventually unable to help their own kids learn to read properly, because the school will not. On the basis of an unevidenced ideology that asserts that "learning to read English comes naturally to humans, especially young children, in the same way that learning to speak develops naturally."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whole_language#State_of_the_debate

One neuroscientist, Mark Seidenberg, says "[Whole-language quack Ken] Goodman's guessing game theory was grievously wrong" and "the impact was enormous and continues to be felt". When it come to evidence supporting the whole-language theory, he emphatically states "There wasn't any".

Dr. Lyell Asher goes into this in a segment of his larger series. Part 12 is specifically about "The Reading Debacle," but Part 11, "The Knowledge Gap," gives some important background that explains the criticality of literacy.

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Other people like Emily Hanford and Belinda Luscombe have been writing about this as well.

It's amazing that something so fundamental could become yet another ideological warzone, with kids caught in the crossfire.

#ask #science of reading #phonics #reading #literacy #basic literacy #sound it out #whole word method #whole language method #corruption of education #education #pseudoscience

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