#Universities Ranking in Vietnam

[hoasens]

Vietnam and Máu Xanh Lá Cây

I always thought about how vivi wears a green áo dài, hima never goes into why he chose this color instead of more common áo dài colors, such as white and pastels. here i’ll break down some color symbolism and history and what it means for her design!

green universally represents:

nature, freshness, rebirth, renewal, peace

vietnam in her first depictions is reserved, quiet, and keeps mostly to herself, so the green makes sense for a character such as her.

but we can go deeper:

green in vietnam:

green and blue both are called màu xanh, to differentiate the two colors you would say màu xanh cây, meaning tree color.

màu xanh lá cây holds the universal meanings of green, but it also symbolizes femininity and fertility in vietnamese culture!

hima based vietnam off strong women in viet history, so a color that is associated with femininity compliments vietnam’s pretty feminist character.

green can be paired with red, mostly to do with courtship and marriage, it has some erotic meaning too, hence the fertility part of the color.

green can also be paired with blue, in ancient vietnam it was worn by those of high rank and status. generally green wasn’t worn alone or as the main color of a garment because it was thought to look unappealing because it made the skin tone appear darker.

modern day

color symbolism of áo dài has changed a lot with european and western influences. for example, white is a popular color for weddings and everyday life yet it once was worn for funerals in the lý dynasty.

so at the end of the day, vivi may just wear green áo dài because it looks good! and that’s probably what hima thought when designing her.

but i love to give deeper meaning and over analyze, because it’s fun, so hopefully this was interesting to you.

#hws vietnam #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia headcanons #rambling tag

[mrs-liebgott]

Ya'll bitches who watched Masters of The Air?? Our boys Cleven and Crosby went WILD in academics.

Buck:

"After the Second World War, Cleven stayed in the US Air Force serving in Korea, Vietnam and with a spell at the Pentagon. He retired in 1964 with the rank of Colonel. While in the service Cleven had earned an MBA from Harvard Business School and a doctorate in physics and following retirement initially worked in IT for Hughes Aircraft. Later he took over the management of Webber College in Florida which at the time had only fifty students and a poor reputation. He was able to turn it around and it later became a university specializing in business studies. " - Gale Winston Cleven | American Air Museum IM SORRY A FUCKING DOCTORATE IN PHYSICS???? COLONEL. DR. GALE WINSTON "BUCK" CLEVEN???? Croz:

"On returning to the US, Crosby resumed his studies, completing his M.A. in 1947 and his PhD in 1953. He taught English composition, writing several books on the subject. He also carried out work for the US Air Force Academy and the Pakistan Air Force Academy. In 1993, Harper Collins published his memoir of his wartime experiences, titled A Wing and a Prayer." - Harry Herbert Crosby | American Air Museum

"Returning to school, Crosby graduated from the University of Iowa in 1947 with his master's degree, and then earned his PhD from Stanford University in 1953, where Wallace Stegner supervised his dissertation. Harry taught English composition and American literature at the University of Iowa, and was the Writing Supervisor of the Rhetoric Program (1950–1958).[2]

In 1958, Crosby moved with his wife and four children to Newton, Massachusetts, for a faculty position at the College of Basic Studies (CBS) at Boston University. He retired from Boston University in 1984, after chairing the Department of Rhetoric at CBS and authoring or co-authoring with CBS colleagues six textbooks on college writing:[2]

College Writing – The Rhetorical Imperative; Harper & Row, 1968 Just Rhetoric, Crosby/Esty; Harper & Row 1972 The Shape of Thought: An Analytical Anthology, Bond/Crosby; Harper & Row, 1978 Building College Spelling Skills, Crosby/Emery; Little Brown; 1981 Better Spelling in 30 Minutes a Day, Crosby/Emery; Harper Collins 1994 Skill Builders – A Spelling Workout, Crosby/Emery; Harper Collins, 1997

During his early retirement, Crosby served as Director of the Writing Center at Harvard University." - Harry Herbert Crosby - Wikipedia CROZ GRADUATED FROM FUCKING STANFORD, A PHD TOO!!! in conclusion, these boys are academic weapons P.S. Croz's Autobiography in case any of ya'll were interested: Amazon.com: A Wing and a Prayer: The "Bloody 100th" Bomb Group of the US Eighth Air Force in Action Over Europe in World War II: 9781504067331: Crosby, Harry H.: Books and a list of libraries it's in across the world: A wing and a prayer : the "Bloody 100th" Bomb Group of the U.S. Eighth Air Force in action over Europe in World War II | WorldCat.org

Mostly USA but as of (5/29/24 or 29/5/24) there are

457 in USA 8 in Canada 1 In Ireland (Dublin) 35 in UK

if you chose yes^ feel free to dm me/send an ask with facts or stories you find and i'll try my best to post them!! (you can send pictures with too!! my discord is babydoll_donowitz)

#hbo war #gale cleven #mota #harry crosby #masters of the air #buck cleven #ww2 history #the bloody hundredth #100th bomb group

[lokisasylum]

[BTS News] BTS Jimin, Billboard's 'Hot 100', the only solo Korean song of all time, 'JIMIN PAVED THE WAY'

"The American music media 'Billboard' recently reported a special article on 'all non-English songs in the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100', and out of 35 non-English songs, only 10 songs ranked first, and the most recent number one was Jimin's 'Like Crazy'. ' (Like Crazy).

So far, BTS's 'Life Goes On' and 'My Universe' have ranked first in Korean songs, and BTS member Jimin's 'Like Crazy' is the only solo singer song. It raised the status of Korean songs

The title song 'Like Crazy', which was included in Jimin's solo album 'FACE', released 10 years after his debut, is a Korean song that Jimin participated in producing. Immediately after its release, it went straight to No. 1 on the 'Hot 100' chart for the 66th time in history, and this is the first new history for a Korean solo singer.

According to Billboard, 'Like Crazy' re-entered the 'World Digital Song Sales' chart at No. 9 on the latest chart dated August 26, breaking the record for the longest time by a Korean solo singer this year, entering the chart for the 16th week and ranking at No. 53 on the 'Global 200', more than last week. It climbed 11 places, and in 'Global (excluding the US)', it rose 10 places to 31st, and entered both charts for 21 consecutive weeks.

'Face', the only Korean solo album to be listed on the 'World Album' chart this week, rose 3 places from last week to 8th, extending his longest top 10 record from 17 weeks to 18 weeks, the longest chart for 21 consecutive weeks. , and ranked 66th in the 'Top Current Album Sales' chart for 21 consecutive weeks, making it the best performance for a Korean solo album.

Meanwhile, 'Like Crazy', which continues to be a long-term hit on charts around the world along with the US, entered the top 10 for 19 weeks at No. 5 on the Billboard Vietnam's 'Hot 100', breaking its own record for the longest Korean solo song, and 'Face' was certified by the French Record Association (Recording Association of France). SNEP) is counting the 'Top Physical Album' chart for 21 consecutive weeks, continuing the powerful solo power."

#I'm so proud of him #Everyone is ❤️‍🔥 #jimin #park jimin #bts #bts jimin #pjm #jiminie #Like Crazy #FACE #face by jimin #bts solo careers #jimin solo album #history maker jimin

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Forrest Gump (1994, Robert Zemeckis)

01/11/2023

Forrest Gump is a 1994 film directed by Robert Zemeckis and starring Tom Hanks. Loosely based on the 1986 novel of the same name by Winston Groom, the film narrates the intense life of Forrest Gump, an American man with a lower-than-normal cognitive development who, thanks to a series of favorable coincidences, becomes a direct witness of important events of the history of his nation.

The film covers approximately thirty years of history of the United States of America: from the birth of the protagonist in the 1940s to approximately 1982. During these years Forrest met important figures of the second half of the 20th century such as Elvis Presley, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, John Lennon, George Wallace and Richard Nixon, establishes a new climate of peace between the United States of America and China, becomes first a football star, coached at the University of Alabama by coach Bear Bryant, then a ping-pong star and participates in the Vietnam war and in a hippie gathering, without however really realizing the extent of the events he witnesses (and to which he sometimes contributes significantly).

Forrest Gump was positively received by both critics and the public, dominating the 1995 Oscars, taking home 6 statuettes, coming close to the record of 14 nominations set by All About Eve, Titanic and La La Land. The film is also in 11th place in the ranking of the 250 best films of all time drawn up vote by vote by IMDb users. In 1998 the American Film Institute placed it in seventy-first place in the ranking of the one hundred best American films of all time, while ten years later, in the updated list, it is positioned in seventy-sixth place.

#forrest gump #1994 #robert zemeckis #tom hanks #Winston Groom #1986 #intellectual disability #United States #1940s #1982 #20th century #elvis presley #john f kennedy #lyndon b. johnson #john lennon #george wallace #richard nixon #China #American football #bear bryant #table tennis #Vietnam War #hippie #academy awards #all about eve #titanic #la la land #imdb #american film institute #AFI's 100 Years 100 Movies

[jonfucius]

Great Star Trek Rewatch - The Original Series S2

Originally posted on Twitter 26 October 2020 - 2 December 2020

Star Trek: The Original Series Season 2 is up next in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. As with ENT, DSC, STX, and TOS Season 1, mini-reviews will document my progress.

Amok Time: After 29 episodes and some contradictory continuity, we finally get the first concrete details on Mr. Spock and the Vulcan species. A classic fight scene rounds out a strong start to Season 2. 8/10

Who Mourns for Adonais?: A decent early Season 2 entry. The giant green space hand is iconic, but the meat of the story rises above. Thanks to this episode, it became tradition that chief engineers on the starships Enterprise can't catch a break in the romance department. 7/10

The Changeling: A dry run of sorts for the superior Star Trek: The Motion Picture. The second time Kirk talks a computer to death, and it's a slow burn to the climax. 6/10

Mirror, Mirror: One of the most enduring concepts across Trek's 50+ year history is the Mirror Universe. This is still one of the best Mirror Universe tales, simply for its originality and focus. 9/10

The Apple: A Prime Directive debate and some red shirt massacres forms the crux of this otherwise forgettable episode. Definitely not one I'd revist on a whim. Not terrible, just mediocre. 5/10

The Doomsday Machine: This one and "Balance of Terror" jockey back and forth for #1 on my list of the best TOS episodes. William Windom's performance is superb, the titular device is scary (I hid behind the sofa when I watched this one as a kid), and the score is iconic. 10/10

Catspaw: Star Trek and Halloween don't go very well together. Even though this has an ostensibly scientific explanation, it still reeks of magic and sorcery. It is goofy, that's why it gets 4/10.

I, Mudd: This one starts slow but turns into a classic comedy by the end. Carmel is back as Mudd, though the portrayal of his wife is problematic at best. 7/10

Metamorphosis: This poignant love story with a solid sci-fi hook just clicks for me. It’s not the best but it just works. 9/10

Journey to Babel: Season 2 is definitely Spock-focused, and those episodes have not disappointed. This is a classic for good reason: action, pathos, humor, world-building. 10/10

Friday’s Child: Tonal problems keep this one from joining the ranks of the true classics. It’s serviceable but dreadfully slow in the middle. The Capellans are a fascinating race, it’s too bad we don’t see them again. 6/10

The Deadly Years: Impressive 60s aging makeup aside, this one doesn’t do much for me. The old age jokes are stereotypes, though the use of elderly actors in the first act is ingenious. And a rare bit of serialization with a callback to “The Corbomjte Maneuver” is welcome. 6/10

Obsession: Kirk gets some backstory and dimension in a tight, tense script. This is a well-paced acting showcase for Shatner. 9/10

Wolf in the Fold: This would have made for an excellent Halloween episode. A gaseous/energy being is easier to believe than the “Catspaw” transmuter, oddly enough. The line about women being easier to scare, and the Kara dance, are typical ugly 60s sexism, unfortunately. 7/10

The Trouble with Tribbles: A fuzzy thing happens on the way to Sherman’s Planet. A classic that thoroughly earns the title, it’s endlessly rewatchable and filled to the brim with classic gags, one-liners, and scenes for the entire cast. 10/10

The Gamesters of Triskelion: Angelique Pettyjohn’s look is iconic, but not much else about this episode is. A huge letdown after the preceding episode. 5/10

A Piece of the Action: An excellent palate cleanser after the preceding dud. Really wish we could follow up on the Iotians some day. I forgot how funny this episode is. 9/10

The Immunity Syndrome: Season 2 giveth, and Season 2 taketh away. The concept of a spaceborne lifeform is compelling, but this is otherwise a dog of a show. 4/10

A Private Little War: when the show tackles the Vietnam allegory, it sings. When it focuses on Nona, it falters under the weight of 60s’ sexism and bigotry. 7/10

Return to Tomorrow: A different take on the non-corporeal beings trope that hangs around TOS like an albatross, this one is more nuanced and subtle than most. Come for Nimoy’s delightful villain performance, stay for the poignant denouement. 8/10

Patterns of Force: An examination of how easy it is for a society to fall in love with fascism misses the mark by claiming power and not racism was the animus of Nazism, much like Confederate apologists claim the Civil War was about rights and not slavery. 0/10

By Any Other Name: The Kelvans’ powers are frightening, but it’s an episode I just can’t get excited about, except for Scotty drinking one under the table. 6/10

The Omega Glory: Gene, your über-patriotism is showing. Another late Season 2 letdown. 3/10

The Ultimate Computer: TOS has a serious distrust of powerful computers/AI that fades somewhat in the later series. Daystrom is a tragic figure, and the horror of the murder of the Excalibur’s crew is effectively conveyed. 8/10

Bread and Circuses: The social commentary is on point, but two parallel Earth stories in three weeks is somewhat tiresome. Still, an entertaining yarn. 7/10

Assignment: Earth: I’m ambivalent on this back door pilot. I like the Gary Seven character, and I normally enjoy time travel stories, but it just doesn’t do a whole lot for me. It’s not excellent, it’s not bad, it just is. 6/10

And with that, Season 2 of TOS comes to an end in my Great Star Trek Rewatch. Final score: 6.77/10. Highest score(s): "The Doomsday Machine," "Journey to Babel," "The Trouble with Tribbles." Lowest score(s): "Patterns of Force"

#star trek #star trek tos #great star trek rewatch

[xtruss]

War Criminal Henry Kissinger’s Cambodia 🇰🇭 Legacy of Bombs and Chaos

When News of Henry Kissinger's Death Spread this Week, Many Disgusting Former World Leaders Lined up to Pay Tribute.

— By Ouch Sony & George Wright | BBC News | Phnom Penh & London

War Criminal, Most Disgusting, Boak Bollocks and Hell Bound 🔥 Henry Kissinger

Former US President War Criminal George W Bastard Bush said the US had "lost one of the most dependable and distinctive voices on foreign affairs".

Former UK War Criminal Prime Minister Bloody British Bastard Tony Blair described the ex-US secretary of state as an artist of diplomacy, who was motivated by "a genuine love of the free world and the need to protect it". Boris Johnson called Kissinger "a giant of diplomacy and strategy - and peace-making".

But peacemaker is not a term you're likely to hear many in Cambodia use when describing Henry Kissinger.

During the Vietnam War War Criminals, Kissinger and then-President Richard Nixon ordered clandestine bombing raids on neutral Cambodia, in an effort to flush out Viet Cong forces in the east of country.

Altogether, the US dropped more than 2 Million Tons of Bombs on Cambodia from 1965-1973. For context, the Allies dropped just over 2 Million Tons of bombs during the whole of World War II, including the bombs that struck Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Kissinger maintained that the bombing was aimed at the Vietnamese army inside Cambodia, not at the country itself.

Vorng Chhut Recalls People Being Killed By the War Criminal US Bombing

Vorng Chhut, 76, had never heard the name Henry Kissinger when bombs started dropping down on his village in Svay Rieng province, near the Vietnamese border.

"Nothing was left, not even the bamboo trees. People escaped, while those who stayed in the village died," he said. "A lot of people died, I can't count all their names. The bodies were swollen and when it became quiet, people would come and bury the bodies."

A 2006 Yale University report, Bombs Over Cambodia, stated that "Cambodia may be the most heavily bombed country in history".

A Pentagon report released in 1973 stated that "Kissinger approved each of the 3,875 Cambodia bombing raids in 1969 and 1970" as well as "the methods for keeping them out of the newspapers".

"It's an order, it's to be done. Anything that flies, on anything that moves. You got that?" Kissinger told a deputy in 1970, according to declassified transcripts of his telephone conversations.

The number of people killed by those bombs is not known, but estimates range from 50,000 to upwards of 150,000.

War Criminal US Dropped More Two Million Tons of Bombs on Cambodia 🇰🇭

One of the most notorious incidents was the accidental bombing of the small town of Neak Luong, where at least 137 Cambodians were killed and another 268 were wounded.

A New York Times report by Sydney Schanberg, who was later portrayed in the film the Killing Fields, quoted a man called Keo Chan, whose wife and 10 children had just been killed.

"All my family is dead!" he cried, beating his hand on the wooden bench where he had collapsed. "All my family is dead! Take my picture, take my picture! Let the Americans see me!"

Another man stood near an unexploded bomb in the town asked simply: "When are you Americans going to take it away?"

Unexploded American bombs littered the Cambodian countryside, maiming and killing people for decades to come.

Many also say that another consequence of Nixon and Kissinger's bombing campaign was that it helped pave the way for one of the worst genocides of the 20th century. Around 1.7 million people died at the hands of the Pol Pot-led Khmer Rouge between 1975 and 1979 - almost a quarter of the population.

An Estimated 1.7 Million Died Under Khmer Rouge Rule

Prior to that, the ultra-communists had little support, but its ranks grew as American bombs fell.

The CIA's director of operations reported in 1973 the Khmer Rouge forces were successfully "using damage by B-52 strikes as the main theme of their propaganda".

In 2009, the first Khmer Rouge official to be tried for crimes committed under the regime's reign of terror told the UN-backed court: "Mr Richard Nixon and Kissinger allowed the Khmer Rouge to grasp golden opportunities."

Kissinger always pushed back on criticism regarding the bombing of Cambodia.

"I just wanted to make clear that it was not a bombing of Cambodia, but it was a bombing of North Vietnamese in Cambodia," he said in 1973.

When he was 90, he claimed bombs were only dropped on areas "within five miles of the Vietnamese border that were essentially unpopulated".

Watergate Scandal Criminal Richard Nixon, Seeing Here Pointing at a Map of Cambodia 🇰🇭, and the War Criminal Kissinger Ordered Clandestine Bombing Raid on Cambodia.

Elizabeth Becker, an American journalist who covered the bombing campaign in 1973, said this was not the case.

"First you interviewed the refugees as they were coming away from the bombing, then you'd go to the bombing and there were moonscapes - you'd see the corpses of buffalo, you'd see houses burned, the rice fields gutted," she told the BBC.

"You saw the destruction and you thought: why was this modern air force bombing the countryside so much? In those days the farmers of Cambodia weren't even used to seeing motor vehicles, they routinely said to me: 'Why is fire falling from the sky?'"

Pen Yai, 78, cooperated with the Viet Cong inside Cambodia before the bombing started, but said large numbers of civilians were killed by American bombs, including his father and brother-in-law.

"I was so scared and could not sleep. People died everywhere. We just ran and recognised people who had been killed... we could not do anything," he said.

Many world leaders have praised Kissinger, who shared the 1973 Nobel peace prize for his role in negotiating an end to the Vietnam war and was later handed the Presidential Medal of Freedom - America's highest civilian award.

Prim Hen Says She is Still Angry at the War Criminal US to this Day

But few who were in Cambodia in the 1970s will remember his legacy fondly.

Prum Hen, 70, was forced to flee her village when American bombs started raining down. She said she knew little about Kissinger and felt little sympathy when informed of his death.

"Let him die because he killed a lot of our people," she said, adding that she still feels deep resentment towards the US.

"They bombed our country, killing a lot of people and separating people from their children. Later on, the Khmer Rouge killed husbands, wives and children."

Ms Becker said the gravity of Kissinger's policies in Cambodia cannot be understated.

"To say the bombing was imprecise... it was inhumane. It's not just the number of people, it's the legacy.

"You cannot exaggerate what it did to the country."

#Hell Bound 🔥 War Criminal Henry Kissinger #War Criminals Bush & Blair #Watergate Criminal Richard Nixon #Cambodia 🇰🇭 #Khmer Rouge

[hondoohnakasrankings]

3. Episode VI Return of the Jedi - S tier

This is the third movie to come out and I think it deserves to be high in the list. This is the part where we have Leia, the space feminist icon who slays the Hutt crime lord Jabba and save both Han and Luke. It is also the episode where we get to see the Sarlacc Pit (originaly the "Sloth Pit" had no tentacles or beak, just scary looking teeth, they were added as special effects in a special edition) and Boba Fett.

Fun Fact he was not meant to be so popular, he was simply a side character, a bounty hunter working for Vader, but after the love the fans gave him the directors gave him an interesting backstory and even a spinoff series more recently!

We also have Ewoks! These furry teddy bear looking aliens got extremally popular with the younger crowd when this movie came out. So much so they really tried to make many spinoffs about the Ewoks, but unfortunately they are rather mediocre. But the Battle of Endor has other interesting aspects to offer. It is inspired by the Vietnam wars against and their guerrilla warfare, while the Empire's tactics are compared to the American warfare strategies.

Apart from its great side characters, I gave this movie an S tier because it is one of my favorite and I feel it was the right end to the reign of Darth Vader. There is comedy with the Ewoks, but also some deepness with encounters between Luke and Anakin at his last moments, which I believe gives it its beauty. Even if it is again a Death Star, it is only the second one so I was not tired of the trope yet. Overall this movie deserved an S tier score!

With the success of this third instalment of the Luke Skywalker Era, Lucas realized the fans wanted more of this universe, which lead him to start work on the prequel series, which is next in my rankings.

#star wars #ranking #sarlacc #luke skywalker #return of the jedi

[abbygrabska]

Tooth and Claw

Rose and I walk out of the wardrobe and make our way to the console room.

She does a drumroll, “Introducing; Abby.”

I walk out of the hallway and Rose cheers.

I brush my hair out my face and stare at the Doctor, waiting for a reaction.

“You look lovely!” He grins.

I smile, pulling Rose toward him.

He puts a cd in the player and ‘Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick’ by Ian Dury and the Blockheads blares out, “Ian Dury and the Blockheads. Number One in 1979.”

“You’re a Punk!” Rose laughs.

The Doctor sings along, “It’s good to be a lunatic…”

“That’s what you are. A big old Punk with a bit Rockabilly thrown in.” I laugh.

“Would you like to see him?” He asks.

“In concert?” Rose asks.

“What else is the Tardis for?” He asks.

We all do a little dance around the console.

“I can take you to the Battle of Trafalgar… the first anti-gravity Olympics… Caesar crossing the Rubicon… or… Ian Dury at the Top Rank, Sheffield, England, Earth, 21st November 1979. What do you think?”

Rose and I share a look, “Sheffield it is!”

“Hold on tight.” He pulls a lever and we all lurch forward.

He whacks the console with a hammer to the beat of the music, shouting.

“Stop!”

The movement stops and we all fall to the floor, laughing our heads off.

The Doctor stands up, “1979. Hell of a year!” He pulls me up.

Rose gets up and we all bound toward the door.

He grabs his jacket, “China invades Vietnam… The Muppet Movie! Love that film. Margaret Thatcher… urgh… Skylab falls to Earth… with a little help from me… nearly took off my thumb.” 

We step out the doors, and are faced with Scottish soldiers holding guns in our face.

We all put our hands up.

The Doctor seems to realize what year it actually is, “1879. Same difference.”

“You will explain your presence. And the nakedness of this girl.”

Rose looks down at herself.

The Doctor puts on a Scottish accent, “Are we in Scotland?”

“How can you be ignorant of that?” 

“Oh, I’m… I’m dazed and confused, as I often am around my wife.” He pulls me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, “We’ve been chasing this… this wee naked child over hill and over dale. In’t that right, ya… timorous beastie?” 

Rose does a horrible Scottish accent, “Ooch, aye! I’ve been oot and aboot.”

I stare at her, “Don’t fucking do that.”

She stops immediately.

“Will you identify yourself, sir?” The guard asks.

“I’m Doctor James McCrimmon. From the… Township of Balamory. Eh… I have my credentials, if I may…” The Doctor gestures to his pocket and the guard nods.

We all lower our hands whilst he fumbles in his pocket and produces the psychic paper.

He shows it to them, “As you can see, a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh. I trained under Doctor Bell himself.”

A woman’s voice comes from the carriage, “Let them approach.”

The guard clears his throat, “I don’t think that’s wise, ma’am.”

“Let them approach.”

He nods, before stepping aside, warning as we begin approaching the carriage, “You will approach the carriage. And show all due deference.”

I lower my head, the Doctor does an ‘aye aye’ signal, pulling me behind him, fingers weaved through my own.

I grab onto Rose’s hand, pulling her along with us.

The footman descends to open the carriage door, revealing Queen Victoria.

I curtsy slightly, at the sight, lowering my head politely.

The Doctor introduces her, “Abby, Rose… might I introduce her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Empress of India and Defender of the Faith.”

“It’s an honor, Your Majesty.” I say, lilting my voice with an English accent, meeting the Queen’s eyes, “Abigail McCrimmon.”

She gives me a gentle smile, nodding for me to rise, and her eyes turn to Rose, who quickly stutters.

“Rose Tyler, Ma’am. And my apologies… for being so naked.”

Victoria regally shrugs her shoulders, “I’ve had five daughters. It’s nothing to me.” She turns to the Doctor, “But you, Doctor… show me these credentials.”

He hands her the paper, and she glances down at it quickly, before gasping, “Why didn’t you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you have been appointed by the Lord Provost as my Protector.”

I groan quietly, “Of fucking course it does.”

“Yes, it does! Good! Good! Um… then let me ask… Why is Your Majesty traveling by road when there’s a train all the way to Aberdeen?”

“A tree on the line.”

I tilt my head in thought, “Assassination attempt?”

She smiles at me softly, “You are clever.”

“Seriously?” Rose gasps in shock, “There’s people out to kill ya?”

Queen Victoria nods at her seriously, “I’m quite used to staring down the barrel of a gun.”

The guard comes back behind us, riding astride his horse, “Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles hence. We’ll send word ahead, he’ll shelter us for tonight, then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow.”

“This Doctor, his wife, and their… timorous beastie will come with us.” The Queen informs him.

He nods, “Yes, Ma’am. We’d better get moving, it’s almost nightfall.”

“Indeed. And there are stories of wolves in these parts. Fanciful tales intended to scare the children. But good for the blood, I think. Drive on!”

The three of us move behind the carriage, walking along the route set for us.

Rose shakes her head, smiling in wonder, “It’s funny though, ‘cos you say ‘assassination’ and you just think of Kennedy and stuff. Not her.”

“1879… she’s had… oo… six attempts on her life? And I’ll tell you something else: we just met Queen Victoria!”

“I know!” Rose giggles.

I smile, “She’s more regal than I thought she’d be.”

“What a laugh!”

“I want her to say,” Rose puts on an upper-class accent, “‘We are not amused’. I bet you five quid I can make her say it.”

“Well, if I gambled on that, it’d be an abuse of my privileges of traveler in time.”

“Ten quid?”

“Done.”

One of the footmen opens the door of the carriage and helps Queen Victoria down. A man who I assume is Sir Robert emerges from a doorway and approaches her, a bald man behind him.

The Doctor’s hand leaves mine, to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

“Your Majesty.” He bows.

She nods, allowing him to rise once more, “Sir Robert. My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?”

“She’s… indisposed, I’m afraid. She’s gone to Edinburgh for the season. And she’s taken the cook with her, the kitchens are barely stocked… I wouldn’t blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on.”

The Doctor pulls me closer, lips grazing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “He doesn’t seem all that happy to have the queen here, does he?”

I gasp softly, shudders going down my spine at the feeling, “No… no, he doesn’t.”

He meets my eyes, “You okay?”

I nod, staring at him, a blush rising to my cheeks.

The Queen’s cheerful voice draws my attention back to her, “Oh, not at all! I’ve had quite enough carriage exercise. And this… is charming. If rustic. It’s my first visit to this house. My late husband spoke of it often. The Torchwood Estate. Now, shall we go inside?” Glancing back at Rose she adds, “And please excuse the naked girl.”

Rose mutters a bashful apology.

The Doctor pulls me closer to his side, hand fully grasping my waist, chuckling in amusement, “She’s a feral child. I bought her for sixpence in old London Town. it was her or the Elephant Man, and my darling Abigail refused to leave her behind.”

I roll my eyes.

Rose glances at the Queen and smiles, “Thinks he’s funny but I’m so not amused. What do you think, Ma’am?”

The Queen stares her down, before sniffling delicately, “It hardly matters. Shall we proceed?”

Sir Robert nods and they begin to make their way into the house.

Rose huffs, “So close.”

The Doctor notices the guards carrying a small box, “What’s in there, then?”

“Property of the Crown. You will dismiss any further thoughts, sir.”

The Doctor pulls a face to us.

Sir Robert leads us to the top of the Manor, ushering us into the observatory.

Our group consists of the Queen, Rose, the Doctor, me and three of the suspicious-looking bald staff members.

I set my eyes on the enormous telescope stationed in the middle of the room, lips curving into a smile at the sight of the beautiful machine.

Queen Victoria gestures towards it softly, “This, I take it, is the famous Endeavor.”

“All my father’s work.” Robert smiles wistfully, “Built by hand in his final years. Became something of an obsession… he spent his money on this rather than caring for the house or himself.”

The Doctor grins, “I wish I’d met him, I like him. That thing’s beautiful. Can I um…?”

“Help yourself.” The man nods.

The three of us time travelers move toward the machine. 

I look at the detailed engravings, “Do you happen to know what it was he modeled it on?”

Robert shakes his head sadly, “I know nothing about it. To be honest, most of us thought him a little… shall we say, eccentric. I wish now I’d spent more time with him. And listened to his stories.”

I chuckle softly, nodding, “Yes, I rather know the type.” my eyes move to the Doctor, finding him already looking at me.

He laughs happily, wrapping both hands around my waist and pulling my body toward him, leaning down to smile smugly, “Love, there’s no point denying you like it.”

I tilt my head, bite my lip teasingly, before rising on my tiptoes, nose grazing his slightly, and whispering, “Never said I didn’t honey.”

His eyes widen, and I step away, winking at him, moving to Rose’s side, and hooking our elbows together.

He clears his throat before turning back to the telescope, “It’s a bit rubbish.”

I make eye contact with Rose and roll my eyes as he continues with his rudeness.

“How many prisms has it got? Way too many. The magnification’s gone right over the top, that’s stupid kind of a…” He notices the look I’m giving him, as well as the grin on Rose’s face, “Am I being rude?”

We both nod, “Yeah.”

He quickly adds, “But it’s pretty! It’s very… pretty.”

I smile softly, walking over and wrapping my arm around his waist, looking at Robert and the Queen apologetically, “Please forgive my husband, your majesty. He has a tendency to get lost within his own mind and not pay attention to what comes out of his mouth.”

The Queen nods, smiling softly, “At any rate, the imagination of it should be applauded.”

Rose furrows her brows slightly, “Mm. thought you might disapprove, Your Majesty. Stargazing. Isn’t that a bit fanciful? You could easily… not be amused, or something…? No?” 

Queen Victoria stares at her, “This device surveys the infinite work of God. what could be finer? Sir Robert’s father was an example to us all. A polymath. Steeped in astronomy and sciences, yet equally well versed in folklore and fairytales.”

“Stars and magic.” The Doctor murmurs, looking down at me and winking, “Reminds me of someone else. I like him more and more.”

I giggle, whispering, “Sounds more like you. I’m not all that magical.”

“Not to me.” He speaks softly.

I lean up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek, “For what it’s worth, you’re the height of magic and stardust to me too.”

“Oh, my late husband enjoyed his company. Prince Albert himself was acquainted with many rural superstitions, coming as he did from Saxe Coburg.”

The Doctor whispers to us, “That’s Bavaria.”

Turning to Sir Robert, Victoria continues, “When Albert was told about your local wolf, he was transported.”

“So, what’s this wolf then?” The Doctor pulls me back into his side.

Sir Robert seems visibly uncomfortable and frightened, shooting a worried look at one of the bald servants in the room, before stuttering, “It’s just a story.”

“Then tell it.”

“It’s said that…” He begins slowly, only for one of the bald men to cut him off, “Excuse me, sir. Perhaps her Majesty’s party could retire to their rooms. It’s almost dark.”

Robert nods immediately, “Of course. Yes, of course.”

The Queen nods along, “And then supper. And… could we find some clothes for Miss Tyler? I’m tired of nakedness.”

Rose glances at her hopefully, “It’s not amusing, is it?”

The monarch ignores her, looking, and Robert instead, “Sir Robert, your wife must’ve left some clothes. See to it. We shall dine at seven. And talk some more of this wolf. After all… there is a full moon tonight.”

“So there is, Ma’am.” He swallows heavily.

I throw myself onto the bed in the room given to me and the Doctor as soon as I see it.

He looks down at me and grins, plopping down beside me, hands combing through my hair, “Where’d you learn to do that accent?”

I look at him gobsmacked and hit him with a pillow, “You’re asking me, the woman who has lived in England for one year, along with an English Passport, and two grandmothers from the United Kingdom, where I learned the accent from?”

“Okay, stupid question obviously.” He hits me back.

We both laugh.

I smile at him, butterflies in my chest at the pure happiness on his face.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing.” I whisper, shaking my head, a secretive smile on my face.

He pulls himself closer to me and leans in, “What is it?”

“Nothing!” I giggle, trying to move away, only to find myself on my back, the Doctor’s hands beside my head, caging my body between him and the bed.

I bite my lip as he leans down, nose brushing over mine softly, “Why were you smiling, Abigail Greenwood?”

“You make me happy.” I murmur softly.

He places his forehead against mine, “You make me happy too.”

We get called to the dining room moments later. I silently thank the stars for the interruption because if he had kissed me at that moment, I wouldn’t have been able to stop.

One of the servants enters the room, glancing at us quietly, “Your companion begs an apology, Doctor and Mrs. McCrimmon. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her.”

“Oh, that’s all right. Save her a wee bit of ham.” The Doctor jokes easily.

Victoria chuckles lightly, “The feral child could probably eat it raw.”

“Very wise, ma’am! Very witty!” The Captain laughs loudly, quieting when we all stare at him.

The Queen nods quietly, “Slightly witty, perhaps. I know you rarely get the chance to dine with me, Captain, but don’t get too excited… I shall contain my wit in case I do you further injury.”

He apologizes, “Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

I clear my throat, “Besides, we’re all waiting on Sir Robert, are we not?” I turn to him, “Come, Sir! You promised us a tale of nightmares.”

“Indeed. Since my husband’s death, I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction.” Victoria muses.

I give her a soft smile, “You must miss him.”

“Very much.” The Queen replies quietly, “It is a pain I hope you never experience, Mrs. McCrimmon.” Clearing her throat, she continues, “And that’s the charm of a ghost story, isn’t it? Not the scares and chills, that’s just for children, but the… hope of some contact with the great beyond. We all want some message from that place… it’s the creator’s greatest mystery that we are allowed no such consolation. The dead stay silent. And we must wait.”

I reach out and hold the Doctor’s hand hoping to comfort him. He looks at me softly and lifts our hands to his mouth, pressing his lips to my hand.

“Come! Begin your tale, Sir Robert. Theres’ a chill in the air. The wind is howling through the leaves. Tell us of monsters!”

“The story goes back three hundred years.” The man begins, “Every full moon, the howling rings through the valley. The next morning, livestock is found ripped apart and… devoured.”

The Captain scoffs, “Tales like this just disguise the work of thieves. Steal a sheep and blame a wolf, simple as that.” The Queen shoots him an irritated look, and when his expression drops meekly, the monarch glances back at Sir Robert, ushering him to continue.

Inhaling slowly, he continues, “But sometimes, a child goes missing. Once in a generation, a boy will vanish from his homestead.”

The Doctor leans closer, interest gleaming, “Are there descriptions of the creature?”

“Oh yes, Doctor. Drawings and woodcarvings. And it’s not merely a wolf. It’s more than that. This is a man who becomes an animal.”

“A werewolf?” I ask.

Sir Robert shrugs, “My father didn't treat it as a story. He said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast, to ha e learned its purpose. I should’ve listened.” His eyes glance fearfully at the monk by the window, and continues in a quick whisper, “His work was hindered… he made enemies. There’s a Monastery in the Glen of Saint Catherine. The Brethren opposed my father’s investigations.”

“Perhaps they thought his work ungodly.” 

“That’s what I thought. But now I wonder… what if they had a different reason for wanting the story kept quiet? What if they turned from God and worshipped the wolf?”

I stare at the monk by the window, he’s whispering something.

I nudge the Doctor, “The monk keeps whispering something.”

The Time Lord’s eyes swing to him quickly, and his grip tightens around my hand, “And what if they were with us right now?”

The monk’s chanting grows louder.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Explain yourself, Sir Robert!” The Captain orders, gun drawn and pointed directly at Sir Robert, who simply whimpers, “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, they’ve got my wife.”

The Doctor shoots up from his seat, “Where’s Rose?”

The monk ignores us, the Doctor turns to Sir Robert, “Come on!” He pulls me out of my chair, we run out of the room, and down the corridor.

We descend the stairs to the cellar door.

I kick the spot right next to the door knob and it pops open.

Rose’s face comes into view, eyebrows raised, “Where the hell have you two been?” I slap the Doctor upside the head when I notice him staring at the creature.

“Save everyone first, you can fall in love with it later hon.”

His eyes snap to me, he nods quickly, ushering everyone out.

The creature lets out a ferocious growl, ripping the top of it’s cage off, and throwing it towards us, only narrowly missing our heads as the Doctor slams the door closed and we run off back to the observatory.

“It could be any form of light modulated species triggered by specific wavelengths. Did it say what it wanted?” The Doctor questions quickly, sonicking Rose’s handcuffs off.

The blonde shrugs softly, “The Queen, The Crown, the throne… you name it.”

“Domination then,” I roll my eyes, “Historically speaking, human beings really dislike that.”

The Doctor nods grimly, reaching over and lacing our fingers together. 

When he opens his mouth to speak, a loud noise rumbles through the manor, from the cellar’s direction.

His hand separates from mine and slowly, he begins toward the door, motioning for us to stay behind him.

I shake my head, dread in the pit of my stomach, I turn to Rose, “He seems to have forgotten he can barely survive without me.”

“Be careful, please.”

I nod, hurrying over to the Doctor and slipping my hand into his, whispering when he turns to glare at me, “You’re not on your own anymore, stop acting like you are. If this thing’s dangerous, we deal with it together.”

He nods, “Fine, but stay next to me.”

“Got it.” We slowly peek around the corner, the wolf-man had managed to knock the door down, and stood in its place, arms spread wide. His gaze finds us, meeting my eyes and he gleams at me.

When his mouth twisted with an inhuman smirk, I get pulled back, the Doctor taking off in a run, his grip tight around my hand. The creature lets out a menacing growl.

We reach Rose, pulling her along, as we hide behind barricade of armed guards and men.

“Fire!” The Steward calls out, gun shots ringing out to punctuate the statement. I flinch at the noise, Rose squeezes my hand and the Doctor slips his arm around my waist when they fire again.

I shake my head at the sight, “They’re just pissing it off.” I whisper to the Doctor.

“It’s not gonna come near you, I promise. You or Rose.” He reassures quietly, eyes staring into mine, brown warming with softness.

“That’s not what I meant,” I whisper, “I don’t think all of us are gonna make it out alive.”

He nods, before calling out loudly, “All right, you men, we should retreat upstairs, come with me.”

“I’ll not retreat. The battle’s done. There’s no creature on God’s Earth that could survive such an assault.” The Steward replies, smugness leaking through his tone.

“I’m telling you, come upstairs!”

“And I’m telling you, sir, that I will sleep well tonight with that thing’s hide upon my wall.” He replies, heading back towards the creature’s last known location to check.

We all watch him, my chest filling with anxiety, “This isn’t going to end well.”

The steward’s arrogant voice fills the air, “Must’ve crawled away to die…” only to be cut off by a loud growl, and a scream, the sounds of the beast devouring him filling the gun-toting men with panic.

I whimper in fear.

The Doctor yells, “There’s nothing we can do!” He pulls me away quickly, grabbing onto Rose as well.

The three of us run to a room, followed by Sir Robert. Turning around, the Doctor quickly locks the door with his sonic, as the master of the house turns to the stairs and yells, “Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

My eyes turn to the queen, who is hurrying down the stairs with speed, “Sir Robert! What’s happening?”

The Doctor leaves my side, checking all available exits and entrances.

“I heard such terrible noises.” Victoria continues.

“Your Majesty, we’ve got to get out. But what of Father Angelo? Is he still here?”

“Captain Reynolds disposed of him.”

“The front door’s no good,” The Doctor announces as he heads back to us, grabbing my hand, he begins pulling me towards a side door, “It’s been boarded shut. Pardon me, Your Majesty, you’ll have to leg it out of a window.”

I glance at the queen, her eyes have narrowed at him, ‘He dropped the accent.’

As the regal woman complies, head held high, we follow behind, finding ourselves in a different room.

Sir Robert lowers his head slightly, before gesturing towards the window gallantly, “Excuse my manners, Ma’am, but i shall go first, to better assist Her Majesty’s egress.”

“A noble sentiment, Sir Walter Raleigh.” She responds with a small smile.

I glare at the Doctor when he huffs impatiently, “Yeah, any chance you could hurry up?” When I elbow him in the side, he turns to me with wide eyes, “A little sympathy would be lovely right about now, dear.”

The second his mouth opens, loud gunshots are heard from the window, and Sir Robert jumps back down, eyes wide with fear.

“I reckon the money boys want us to stay inside.” The Doctor huffs.

Queen Victoria turns her eyes to him, narrowed in suspicion, “Do they know who I am?”

“Yeah, that’s why they want ya.” Rose responds, sincerity in her gaze as the monarch turns to stare at her, “The wolf’s lined you up for a… a biting.”

Victoria scoffs, “Now, stop this talk. There can’t be an actual wolf.”

But the words were no sooner out of her mouth that a loud, shudder-inducing howl rang through the manor. The group all spun around in alarm, the Doctor immediately pulling me behind him, lacing our fingers together, as we all leave the room hurriedly. Running fearfully in the hallway, we can what the wolf howling and battering against the door, the sound echoing in the cavernous house.

“What do we do?” Rose asks in a panic.

The Doctor turns to her with raised brows, “We… run!” “Is that it?!”

I huff out a small chuckle, “What Rosie, you happen to have silver bullets on you?”

“Not on me, no!”

“There we are then, we run.” The time lord stated, before turning to look at the queen, “Your Majesty, as a Doctor, I recommend a vigorous jog. Good for the health. Come on!” 

He pulls me beside him, keeping me in his line of sight as I hold Rose’s hand with my other, before rushing down the corridor, and up the spiraling staircase.

“Oy! Hurry up, please!” I shout, still maintaining my accent.

Having reached the top of the stairs, we run through the corridors, the wolf hot our tails. I can hear its feral snarls, almost feel its breath on the back of my neck. Quickly glancing back, I yelp when my eyes clash its yellowed ones, it’s jaw raising in a menacing hiss when I do so... It was so nearly upon us, ready to pounce when Captain Reynolds appears holding a gun.

Immediately, I feel the hand intertwined with mine tighten its hold, pulling me roughly behind a pillar, shielding me, and the rest of the group, from the wolf’s view.

Taking place before us, the Captain raises his weapon, before shooting, the wolf very clearly staggering back down the corridor, wounded. Giving himself a second, the man then hurried to our spot, panting heavily.

“I’ll take this position and hold it. You keep moving, for God’s sake!” Turning to the queen, he continues, “Your Majesty, I went to look for the property, it was taken. The chest was empty.” The woman nodded somberly, “I have it. It’s safe.”

“Then remove yourself, Ma’am. Doctor, you stand as Her Majesty’s Protector. And you, Sir Robert, you’re a traitor to the crown.” He finishes, glancing at each man respectively.

I shake my head, “Bullets can’t stop it, Captain! You’ll be fighting for your life! Just come with us!”

The man shoots me a smile, before shaking his head, “Bullets may not kill it, but they will surely slow it down. I’ve made my peace with death, Mrs. McCrimmon.”

The Doctor pulls me away, back towards safety.

I can hear the loud wolf’s growls, and as everyone enters the library, I stop, turning to look back at the brave man. 

He stands before the wolf, shooting at it valiantly as it bounds down the corridor towards him, but alas, before he could react, the creature pounces on him, growling viciously, its jaws clamping on the man, it’s teeth making quick work of ripping him apart.

I hold back a sob, tears beading in my eyes, desperation welling in my chest. Just as a single drop fell down my cheek, I hear my name being yelled in a panic, and the Doctor’s hands grab my waist, pulling me into the library, the heavy wooden doors slamming shut.

I stand still in the middle of the room, petrified, the Captain's cries of pain still ringing in my ears, as both Rose and Robert hurry to help the Doctor barricade the room.

Wiping my face quickly, I notice the queen trembling in the corner and go to her, whispering softly when I get closer, “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. He was… he was a brave man, and he died displaying every ounce of that bravery.”

The monarch turns to me, and nods slowly, “He was. One of the best, truly.” she reaches into her pocket, retrieving a small handkerchief and handing it to me, murmuring softly, “Your empathy for his loss, a man you’ve never known, tells me much about your spirit. Now wipe your cheeks, Mrs. McCrimmon, Captain Reynolds would urge us to celebrate his bravery once we are no longer in danger.”

I nod, grabbing the white fabric gratefully, wiping the remaining traces of tears off my cheeks.

I notice the Doctor’s confused expression, I tilt my head as he whispers, “Is this the only door?”

“Yes.” Sir Robert nods, only to shake his head vigorously moments later, “No!”

The two hurry to the other door, barricading it as heavily as they did the first.

“Shh!” I urge, closing my eyes, head tilting back as I listen for the creature’s steps. Turning around, I shake my head, sighing, “What is it doing? What is it playing at?”

Rose steps up beside me, asking, “What’s stopping it?”

A warm arm wraps around my waist, and my eyes open when I feel my cheek meeting the Doctor’s shirt, his hand runs through my hair softly as he answers Rose, “Something inside this room.”

I hear Rose’s stifled chuckle, “I’ll tell you what, though…”

“What?”

“Werewolf!”

“I know!” He gasps happily.

I remove myself from his grasp, disappointed in both of them, “A man died. A brave man, one that saved our lives, died at the hands of that creature, and all you two can do is laugh. I saw a man get ripped to shreds, and heard his screams of pain. I held his hand right before as he assured me he’s accepted his fate. And yet, all the two of you can seem to remember is the excitement, not the loss, but that’s all they’re feeling.”

The two look at each other guiltily.

I sigh, shaking my head, before turning to face Robert.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. It’s all my fault. I should’ve sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong, I… thought you might notice.”

Rose clears her throat, glancing at the queen with a small smile, “I’ll tell you what though, Ma’am, I bet you’re not amused now.”

I shoot her an incredulous look, as Victoria turns to Rose with a vicious glare.

“Do you think this is funny?”

“No, Ma’am, I’m sorry.”

Nodding once, the monarch continues, voice rising in fear, “What, exactly, I pray someone please, what exactly is that creature?”

“You’d call it a werewolf, but technically it’s more of a lupine wavelength haemovariform.” The Doctor explains casually, scratching his head in thought.

“And I should trust you, sir? You who change your voice so easily? What happened to your accent?”

His eyes widen, “Oh… right, sorry…”

“I’ll not have it. No, sir, not you… not that thing… none of it. This is not my world.”

I roll my eyes at his idiocy, before turning to the queen and explaining gently, “To the best of our understanding your Majesty, the creature seems to not be of this world, and wears the appearance of a werewolf.” 

Noticing Victoria’s panicked expression, I continue, voice beginning to tremble, “I saw it, Ma’am. Saw what it looked like as it tore the captain to pieces, and so, I swear to you, we are not lying.”

The queen’s eyes stare into mine, as though to see if I am being dishonest. Victoria finally sighs, nodding very slowly.

I stand near one of the doors, gently running my fingers over the engraving on it, it’s of mistletoe. 

I turn to Sir Robert, “Sir Robert, did your father put that there?”

The man, who’s been standing beside the Doctor, begins approaching me slowly, the alien I’ve been ignoring right beside him.

“I don’t know, I suppose…”

The Doctor approaches me quickly, hand running over the same carving, “They’re on the other door as well… a carving wouldn’t be enough… I wonder…”

As he leans down, I stare at him incredulously, he licks the door.

He turns to the room, with enthusiasm, “Viscum album, the oil of the mistletoe, it’s been worked into the wood like a varnish! How clever was your dad? I love him! Powerful stuff, mistletoe. Bursting with lectins and viscotoxins.”

“And the wolf's allergic to it?” Rose asks.

“Induced reaction. Mistletoe only works on werewolves in folktales. The monks need a way to control it.” I say.

Sir Robert shakes his head, desperation in his eyes, “Nevertheless, that creature won’t give up, Doctor, and we still don’t possess an actual weapon.”

“Oh, your father got all the brains, didn’t he?” The Doctor drones, only to flinch when I flick him in the ear, “Quit being an arse.”

He nods, “You want weapons? We’re in a library. Books! Best weapon in the world.” His arms gesture to the stocked shelves around us, as he slips his glasses on his nose, “This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have.” Picking a large stack out, he pulls a chair, grabbing my hand tenderly, pulling me into his side as he finishes, “Arm yourself.”

I sit down beside him, pulling a couple of the large tomes my way, staring at him with a rueful smile. 

When he notices it, he questions softly, “What?”

“You make it very hard to stay angry at you when you’re being so cute.”

The group was all talking over one another, each person intoning what they’d read or discovered.

I roll my eyes and push a stack of books off the table, creating a loud noise, causing them all to jump in surprise.

“If you’re all done acting like children and yelling over one another, I think I’ve found something.”

The Doctor grins, walking towards me with a small grin, “What is it, then?” I gesture towards the book I have open on the table, inviting him to lean over and read, which he does, slowly leaning from behind me, planting his chin softly on my shoulder as he reads, “Look what your dad found. Something fell to Earth.”

Rose quickly approaches us, “A spaceship?”

“A shooting star,” I correct softly, skimming my fingers over the page, reading the lines out loud, “In the year of our Lord, 1540, under the reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit.” “The Glen of Saint Catherine, just by the Monastery.” The Doctor nodded.

“But that’s over three hundred years ago. What’s it been waiting for?” Rose asks.

“Maybe only a single cell survived.” The Doctor murmurs, “Maybe it adapted and evolved through the generations, moving from human to human, using them as hosts, incubators.”

“But why does it want the throne?” Robert interjects, worry in his voice.

Rose shrugs helplessly, “That’s what it wants. It said so, the… the Empire of the Wolf.”

“Imagine it… the Victorian Age accelerated…” The Doctor starts, voice foreboding and dark.

I reach over and lace my fingers through his, knowing that it calms him down.

He exhales deeply, tightening his hold on my hand, before continuing, “Starships and missiles fueled by coal and driven by steam… leaving history devastated in it’s wake…”

From across the room, Victoria calls out to Sir Robert, beckoning him closer.

The queen starts rifling through her bag.

“Hardly the time to worry about your valuables.”

I roll my eyes at the Doctor’s remark, “Rude.”

The monarch simply levels a dry stare at him, “Thank you for your opinion. But there is nothing more valuable than this.” She pulls her hand from the bag, revealing a giant diamond.

The entire room gasps in awe, the Doctor and Rose hurrying towards it, while I stay in my seat, not impressed by a big shiny rock that was mined unethically. I’ve always preferred varieties of quartz.

“Is that the Koh-I-Noor?” Rose whispers in amazement.

The Doctor nods, though his gaze strays to me, seemingly noticing how uninterested I am with the rock, “Oh, yes… the greatest diamond in the world.”

“Given to me as the spoils of war. Perhaps its legend is now coming true. It is said that whoever owns it must surely die.” Victoria nods slowly.

I laugh lightly, “Well, that could very well be true about anything if owned for long enough, your majesty.”

The Doctor grins softly, calling me over, wrapping his arm around me when I approach.

He gently holds out his empty hand, “Can I?”

The queen hesitates, her own hand moving back slightly, as her gaze lands on me, nodding at me slowly, the diamond-bearing hand moving towards me with certainty.

I gently accept the diamond, holding it carefully, not bothering to hide my surprise.

I tilt my head at the Doctor, and Victoria nods, so I place it into the Doctor’s open hand. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching him.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

“How much is that worth?” Rose asks.

“They say… the wages of the entire planet for a whole week.”

“Good job my mum’s not here. She’d be fighting the wolf off with her bare hands for that thing.”

“And she’d win.”

I roll my eyes at them laughing in the face of tragedy again, though I do have to agree Jackie would beat the werewolf's ass.

“Where is the wolf? I don’t trust this silence.” I hear Sir Robert mutter worriedly.

“Why do you travel with it?” The Doctor questions.

“My annual pilgrimage. I’m taking it to Helier and Carew. The Royal Jewellers at Hazelhead. The stone needs recutting.”

Rose gasps, “Oh, but it’s perfect.”

“My late husband never thought so.”

The Doctor slips his glasses off, “Now there’s a fact. Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-I-Noor cut-down. It used to be forty percent bigger than this but he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting.”

“He always said… the shine was not quite right. But he died with it still unfinished.”

“Unfinished…” He murmurs before a small smile crosses his face, “Oh, yes!” 

He tosses the Kor-I-Noor back to Queen Victoria, who catches it.

“There’s a lot of unfinished business in this house. His father’s research, your husband, Ma’am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond, hold on, hold on…” He ruffles his hair violently in his eagerness to work it out, “All of these things, they’re not separate at all, they’re connected! Oh, my head, my head! What if, this house, it’s a trap for you, is that right ma’am?”

“Obviously.” 

“At least, that’s what the wolf intended. But! What if there was a trap inside the trap?”

“Explain yourself, Doctor.”

“What if his father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories? They dared to imagine this was all true. And they planned against it. Laying a real trap, not for you… but for the wolf.”

Above our heads, pieces of plaster begin to fall to the ground, and we all look up, finding the wolf walking across the glass dome.

The Doctor starts pulling me towards the door, ushering everyone to follow us, “Out! Out! Out!”

As the werewolf crashes through, smashing the desk, we escape into the corridor.

The Doctor takes one last look at the wolf before slamming the doors closed.

“Gotta get to the observatory!”

“Bad Wolf…”

I turn to the wolf, as it continues hissing menacingly.

“How do you know that phrase?”

It smirks, “There’s something wrong with your chest.”

A debilitating pain shoots through the right side of my chest and I keel over.

 I hear the wolf howl with pain, Lady Isobel holds a pan.

The Doctor’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me towards him, “Good shot!”

“It was mistletoe!”

He nods, pulling me across the corridor. He cups my face, “What happened?”

“It said ‘Bad Wolf’, and-and then this pain shot through my chest.” I whimper, “What’s wrong with me?”

He presses his lips to my forehead, “We’ll figure it out when we get back to the Tardis. For now, do not leave my side.”

He weaves our hands together and pulls me towards the observatory.

When we finally reach the observatory, the Doctor pushes both Rose and me inside, followed by the Queen, before turning to Robert, “No mistletoe on these doors, your father wanted the wolf to get inside! Get inside I just need time! Is there any way of barricading this?!”

“Just do your work and I’ll defend it.”

“If we could bind them shut with rope or something!”

“I said I’d find you time, sir. Now get inside.”

The Doctor stares at him for a moment, “Good man.”

Sir Robert closes the doors and the Doctor runs to the Queen.

“Your Majesty, the diamond.”

“For what purpose?”

“The purpose it was designed for.”

She hands the diamond over to the Doctor. He runs over to the mechanism for the telescope.

Rose and I run over to the Doctor.

“Lift it! Come on!”

We struggle to turn the wheel, but the cogs start to shift and the telescope starts to rise.

I tear up at the screams from Robert. The wolf starts battering on the doors.

“You said this thing doesn’t work!” Rose shouts.

“It’s a light chamber!” I realize, “We’ve just got to power it up!” “But there’s no electricity!”

The Doctor grunts and turns to the light chamber.

“Moonlight! But it needs moonlight! It’s made by moonlight!”

“You’re seventy percent water but you can still drown. Come on!” I shout.

The light chamber finally starts to align with the moon.

“Come on!”

At last, it’s properly aligned. We step away from the gears as the moonlight bounces off the prisms. Just as the wolf breaks through the door, the light spews forth from the end of the light chamber onto the floor far short of the wolf.

The wolf advances on the Queen but the Doctor dives across the floor and throws the Koh-I-Noor into the beam of light. A fantastic, prismatic beam of light hits the wolf. He is lifted off the floor and hangs there, caught in the wash of moonlight. As they look on, the wolf retakes human form.

The Doctor slowly walks across to the light chamber and flicks a switch. With a final howl from the wolf, the creature vanishes and the light shuts off.

Rose and I breathe a huge sigh of relief.

The Doctor approaches the Queen, “Your Majesty? Did it bite you?”

“No, it’s… it’s a cut.”

“If that thing bit you…”

“It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart.” “Let me see.” He reaches for her hand.

She pulls her hand away sharply, “It is nothing.”

The following morning, the three of us are kneeling before the Queen, as she dutifully knights us.

“By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub thee: Sir Doctor of Tardis.” She begins with the alien, who smiles at her gratefully.

Then, her sword moves to the blonde’s shoulders, “By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub thee: Dame Rose of the Powell Estate.”

And then finally, the sword rests upon my shoulders, “By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub thee: Dame Abigail of Tardis.”

“You may stand.”

We slowly stand. I drop into a curtsy of gratitude.

“Many thanks, Ma’am.”

“Thanks! They’re never going to believe this back home.” Rose adds happily.

I raise my eyes, smiling at the queen gently, “It has been the greatest honor and pleasure, Your Majesty.”

“Your Majesty, you said last night about receiving a message from the great beyond; I think your husband cut that diamond to save your life. He’s protecting you even now Ma’am, even from beyond the grave.”

She nods solemnly, “Indeed. Then you may think on this, also: that I am not amused. Not remotely amused.”

I can hear Rose huffing proudly from beside me, and shake my head at her.

“And henceforth… I banish you. Apart from Lady Abigail.”

At this, all three of us stare at her in pure confusion.

“I’m sorry…?”

“I rewarded you, Sir Doctor. And now you and Dame Rose are exiled from this empire, never to return. I don’t know what you are, the two of you, or where you’re from, but I know that you consort with stars, and magic, and think it fun. But your world is steeped in terror and blasphemy and death and I will not allow it! Only Lady Abigail has shown empathy, whilst you two made a mockery of tragedy and pain. You will leave these shores and you will reflect, with your wife’s help I hope, on how you managed to stray so far from all that is good. And how much longer you will survive this… terrible life.” Victoria turns her gaze to me, before adding softly, “And if you ever feel the need to escape, know that you shall always be welcome at the palace, Lady Abigail.”

I nod, still slightly stunned, watching as the Queen turns to leave, commanding one last time, her back to us, “Now leave my world. And never return.”

The Doctor managed to hitch us a ride on the back of a farmer’s cart, though due to a lack of space, I’ve been set on the Doctor’s lap.

He wrapped his arms around me, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Normally I hate being touched, but it’s nice with him.

Soon our driver announces we’ve arrived.

“You know, the funny thing is, Queen Victoria did actually suffer a mutation of the blood! It’s historical record hemophiliac. It used to be called the Royal Disease! But it’s always been a mystery because she didn’t inherit it. Her mum didn’t have it, her dad didn’t have it, it came from nowhere!”

“What, and you’re saying that's a wolf bite?”

I shrug, “Well, maybe hemophilia is just another victorian euphemism.”

“For werewolf?”

“Could be!” The Doctor grins, sharing an amusing look with me.

“Queen Victoria’s a werewolf?”

“Could be! And, her children had the Royal Disease. Maybe she gave them a quick nip.”

“So, the Royal Family are werewolves?”

The Doctor shakes his head slowly, “Well, it would take a single cell hundreds of years to evolve to that point. So, theoretically speaking, it would be fully mature by… early twenty-first century maybe?”

Rose’s eyes widen, loud giggles escaping her, “Nah! That’s just ridiculous! Mind you… Princess Anne!”

“I’ll say no more.” The Doctor smirks, pulling me deeper into his hold, both of us watching Rose come up with more and more theories.

#tenth doctor x oc #autistic writer #doctor who #doctor who x reader #chrysalis story #autistic!reader #doctor who x oc #tenth doctor x reader #my writing

[heretherebedork]

With KinnPorsche and Unforgotten Night, I hope we can keep up this trope, but maybe with some different aspects to it. Obviously the mafia aspect will get stale after a while, so maybe we can get some CEOs or some people in high ranking government positions. As much as I loved Not Me, I would love a BL where a Tawi-type character was the main focus.

I dunno.

I like the adult and the mafia and the ideas... but they're so often so mishandled that I almost prefer the university stuff because at least then I can explain away the characters stupidity much more easily. It's much easier to justify things when they're 19-22 then when they're supposed to be in their thirties.

And, frankly, a lot of the shows based on adults have just been bad. Paint with Love, The Tuxedo, Physical Therapy, Cupid;s Last Wish, That's My Candy... the more adults we get in the shows, the more I end up disliking.

I want to like the shows about adults, I really do, but the show issues need to grow with them and I feel like they're not.

And, keep in mind, I'm not a huge fan of KP overall. UN is working for me, though. Very, very much.

I seem to prefer non-Thai BL for adults (Japan is the best overall at adults with Vietnam being my second choice).

#no tags here #criticism #negative #negativity

[lboogie1906]

Roy Levesta Jones Jr. (born January 16, 1969) is a former professional boxer who holds dual American and Russian citizenship. He competed in boxing from 1989 to 2018, and held multiple world championships in four weight classes, including titles at middleweight, super middleweight, light heavyweight, and heavyweight, and is the only boxer in history to start his professional career at light middleweight and go on to win a heavyweight title. As an amateur, he represented the US at the 1988 Summer Olympics, winning a silver medal in the light middleweight division. He is considered by many to be one of the greatest boxers of all time, pound for pound, and left his mark in the sport's history when he won the WBA heavyweight title in 2003, becoming the first former middleweight champion to win a heavyweight title in 106 years. He became the undisputed light heavyweight champion by unifying the WBA, WBC, and IBF titles. He was known for possessing exceptional hand speed, athleticism, footwork, explosiveness, punching power, movement, and reflexes. He holds the record for the most wins in unified light heavyweight title bouts in boxing history, at twelve. He is ranked by BoxRec as the 29th greatest pound-for-pound fighter of all time. The Ring magazine named him the Fighter of the Year and the World Boxing Hall of Fame named him the Fighter of the Year. He is a three-time winner of the Best Boxer ESPY Award. The Boxing Writers Association of America named him the Fighter of the Decade. He was born to a family with a boxing tradition. His father, Roy Jones Sr., was a Vietnam war veteran who was awarded and a middleweight boxer as well. He and his wife have three children. He started his rap music career with his album, titled Round One: The Album and the debut single, "Y'All Must've Forgot". He has made multiple songs regarding Florida State University Athletics. He resumed his duties as a commentator for HBO World Championship Boxing, calling the Floyd Mayweather Jr.–Sharmba Mitchell fight and the Jermain Taylor–Bernard Hopkins rematch. He was their analyst for Boxing After Dark. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CnelVODrkcS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[beardedmrbean]

Do you think the government is corrupt enough to put in a draft just because after the elections? My sister was saying it today but idk.

I don't want to fight over Ukraine and I don't want any other American to either

Corrupt enough yes, will they do it no.

Two totally different things there. The extent of our involvement will remain the same as it is now which is also quite similar to our involvement in WW2 right up till Japan decided to shoot at us.

We're just not calling it "lend lease" this time round and instead just handing equipment over to Ukraine to use and that will likely be as far as it goes unless Russia goes over the line and hits a NATO country. Or Russia decides the folks sending rockets for Ukraine to use have gone over the line.

At which point all bets are off.

I don't see that happening though, at the start maybe but at this point I don't think there's enough propaganda in the world to get the Russian people to agree to the mass conscription it would take to fill the ranks of the army to a point where they could actually manage anything and I don't think China is going to be too keen on doing the heavy lifting they'd need to do if it went that way. Economy is in shambles because of covid and there's just enough social unrest I think that it would be even more difficult.

So no, I don't think there will be a draft after the election.

Gotta get through congress and the president for that and in "current year" I don't care what else you do for the next 2, 4, or 6 years till you're up for reelection the people will remember that you ripped their sons from their homes and sent them off to be killed.

Very different world than it was even during Vietnam.

I would get a bit of a chuckle when it comes to all the different varied LGBT+ groups that got mad they couldn't serve if they wanted to getting that changed and now being included in the draft.

But that would be a incredibly short lived bout schadenfreude on my part.

I don't want anyone to go to war, or fight, or hate.

We should all just kick back with a beverage of our choice and share some of our local bread with each other, everyone has their bread, it's a universally human thing, we all figured out beer too but that's not for everyone so we'll stick with bread.

Could probably stop a bit of trouble before it started in the world if we went and sampled some bread round the world.

#anonymous

[umdbooklab]

This was my big project for the semester. It took me probably six weeks. The background is slogans of protest signs I printed, and the foreground is If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer and an original quote. The final image is the laser-etched tikkun olam type piece I made.

Artist's Statement:

We often look at the past as a picture pulled into focus by the writers of history, rather than an entanglement of events and people and messaging. We forget that the student protests against apartheid, against the Vietnam and Iraq wars, were decried as violent unrest. The pieces of art made for those movements were deemed too controversial or political at the time; and now we display those pieces in our museums, on the walls of our reading rooms on the fourth floor of our libraries. Our universities call it a “history of student activism.” We forget that in the days in which the pieces were produced the art curators of the days, the university administrations, the parents, the news media, and the politicians were usually against those movements. When we look at past protest movements we know some opposed them, but we think of them as "bad people," who are nothing like us "good people," because we could never be so blind or so prejudiced.

This piece is made with the type I used for several protest signs--as I made those signs, and as I made this piece, I took the time to reflect on how the opinions I was expressing lined up with my concept of the history of protest and oppression. I used the phrase tikkun olam—"repair the world" in Hebrew—because I feel aligned with the history of Jewish activism and the need to repair our world, but I include it in this piece specifically because I acknowledge that there have always been Jews who were blind and prejudiced; believing that I am following a commandment does not mean I am kind or righteous.

We forget that many people—often those who we think of as “good people”—opposed those movements, and that most of them are ashamed of those opinions today. But when we view history with a lens crafted by the victors and do not turn that same gaze upon the actions and creations of today, we do the world a disservice. We do the people of history a disservice by forgetting that many of them were just as fallible as many of us are today, and we do ourselves a disservice by forgetting we are as fallible as those who came to regret their actions. One day we will join the ranks of the people of history and the people of the future will be looking back at us. There is no perfect way to know we're doing the right thing. But we cannot start from a place of thinking that we would have been just as righteous if we were alive during the history we look back at, or that we will always take the righteous actions today.

#booklab op #rifka #spring 2024 #palestine #jewish antizionism #free palestine #anti zionisim #activist posters #letterpress #typography #printing press #book arts

[gracendgratitude]

When will I ever be able to shake this feeling?

FOMO, peer pressure, imposter syndrome, or whatever you call it. We all have a fear of someone (esp. someone our age, or worse, someone we know) being better than us.

I am an incoming freshman at The University of Hong Kong, the top university in Hong Kong, ranked 26th in the world. And yet, whenever I come across a post from someone else showing off their scholarships and acceptances to UChicago, Yale, Harvard, I am bitterly reminded of my far-fetched dream of going to the US for college.

Deep down, I know I want to walk on the streets of Chicago, Boston and New York, going to frats parties and date guys, enjoying that typical US college experience. I have no one else to blame but myself for not trying hard enough to achieve that ambition. And I guess this experience is something I must accept that will not happen in my short lifetime.

I know this feeling is not something I am experiencing alone. There are many out there who have or are currently going through the same dilemma. I know because I have read a Facebook post from a girl who also had to say goodbye to her Ivy dreams for Amherst College (which is amazing btw).

The American Dream happens to only a few, I guess. No one ever posts about a girl with low-income NOT getting full-ride to US universities and have to settle for Hong Kong.

Let’s snap back to reality, shall we? I’m at school, waiting for my mother while she’s attending the teacher-parent meeting. Just this morning, I have finished the documents for Hong Kong Visa application and mom will help me deliver them to my university on Monday.

There are two big questions in my head:

- Is Hong Kong the place for me?

- After finishing college, what is there for me?

Frankly, I want to travel the world. I want to come back to Japan, my favorite country and enjoy their scenery. I want to go to Chicago, Boston, New York and experience the Carrie Bradshaw life for a few days. I want to go to Rio de Janeiro like in the movie Rio I have loved so much.

I can’t help but wonder: what is it about studying abroad that entices me so much?

It is not the academics nor the career prospects. Because 1) going to college in Vietnam can provide me with an education just as comprehensive and high-quality; 2) many college students after studying abroad struggle to even get employment in Vietnam, and I definitely don’t plan on staying in my host country after graduation. I have my mother.

It is the idea of being young and free in a foreign place, without worries about finance because all your bills are being put on scholarship, exploring places with your friends on the weekends and being educated on the weekdays and late nights. It is the idea of knowing thousands of opportunities are waiting for you, rushing to become an adult while also lingering to stay just a little bit longer in a country you call your second home. It is learning how to be independent for the first time in your life, being responsible for your own safety and well-being.

Oh how romantic that is…

So maybe it’s not the location, nor the school that makes me so excited to be in college. It is being young and free that is the most valuable thing about college. I have the whole world to myself, and my dream life is not in Boston, Chicago or New York, it is in the now, the present.

[komal7676]

Pursuing MBBS in Iran: A Gateway to Excellence in Medical Education

Choosing the right destination for your medical degree is a crucial decision that will shape your future career. Iran is an attractive choice for medical students who want to combine quality education, cultural diversity and affordable tuition fees. With internationally recognized medical universities, state-of-the-art facilities, experienced faculty and a rich heritage, doing MBBS in Iran offers a unique and rewarding experience.

Academic Excellence:

Iranian medical universities have a good reputation for academic excellence. The country has several prestigious medical institutions that are consistently ranked among the best universities in the region. These universities follow international standards and offer comprehensive MBBS programs that equip students with the necessary medical knowledge and skills.

MBBS curriculum in Iran is carefully designed and focuses on theoretical concepts, practical training and clinical exposure. Students undergo rigorous training in a variety of medical disciplines, including anatomy, physiology, pathology, pharmacology, and clinical medicine. Emphasis on hands-on training allows students to develop strong clinical skills and hands-on experience, preparing them for future medical practice.

Expensive Tuition:

One of the biggest advantages of studying MBBS in Iran is its affordability. Compared to other countries offering medical education, Iran offers a cost-effective option without compromising on the quality of education. The tuition fees for MBBS programs in Iranian universities are relatively lower, making it an attractive option for international students looking for a financial alternative to medical education.

In addition, the cost of living in Iran is also reasonable, so students can comfortably manage their expenses. Affordable housing, transportation and daily necessities create a favourable financial environment for MBBS students.

Cultural Diversity and Heritage:

Iran is known for its rich cultural heritage, diverse traditions and warm hospitality. Students pursuing an MBBS degree in Iran have the opportunity to immerse themselves in a vibrant cultural environment. The diverse student community provides a unique platform for intercultural exchange that promotes global awareness and understanding.

Exploring Iran's historical sites, bustling markets and picturesque landscapes at leisure provides students with a rich cultural experience. The country's architectural marvels, such as Persepolis and Isfahan's Imam Square, further enrich the overall learning journey and create lasting memories.

Opportunities for International Students:

Iran welcomes international students and offers various support services to ensure a comfortable and rewarding academic journey. Several universities offer English-taught programs that attract students from around the world. In addition, many Iranian universities offer scholarships and financial aid to deserving international students, further improving access to medical education in Iran.

The country's commitment to medical research and innovation also opens doors for students to participate in research projects and be exposed to cutting-edge advances in the medical field.

Conclusion:

Undertaking MBBS in Iran offers a remarkable combination of academic excellence, affordable education, cultural diversity and rich heritage. With its internationally recognized medical universities and comprehensive curriculum, Iran provides an encouraging environment for aspiring medical professionals to develop and contribute to the global health community.

For more information read this blog also: Exploring the Best Medical University in Vietnam: A Hub of Excellence in Healthcare Education

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[dhhoasen]

Những trường đại học uy tín dành cho ngành Quản trị Kinh doanh

Ngành Quản trị Kinh doanh (QTKD) là một trong những ngành học thu hút đông đảo thí sinh nhất hiện nay bởi tính đa dạng, ứng dụng cao và cơ hội nghề nghiệp rộng mở. Tuy nhiên, với số lượng trường đại học đào tạo ngành QTKD ngày càng nhiều, việc lựa chọn trường phù hợp trở nên khó khăn hơn bao giờ hết. Bài viết này sẽ cung cấp cho bạn thông tin về những trường đại học uy tín dành cho ngành QTKD tại Việt Nam, đặc biệt là khu vực TPHCM, để bạn có thể đưa ra lựa chọn sáng suốt cho tương lai của mình.

1. Xác định mục tiêu và sở thích bản thân

Trước khi tìm hiểu về các trường đại học, điều quan trọng đầu tiên là bạn cần xác định rõ mục tiêu và sở thích bản thân. Bạn muốn chuyên sâu vào lĩnh vực nào của QTKD? Bạn muốn học tập trong môi trường quốc tế hay trong nước? Bạn mong muốn có được mức lương khởi điểm bao nhiêu? Việc trả lời những câu hỏi này sẽ giúp bạn thu hẹp phạm vi lựa chọn trường và tìm được nơi phù hợp nhất với bản thân.

2. Tham khảo bảng xếp hạng và đánh giá của các tổ chức uy tín

Hiện nay, có rất nhiều bảng xếp hạng và đánh giá uy tín về các trường đại học đào tạo ngành QTKD. Bạn có thể tham khảo bảng xếp hạng của QS World University Rankings, THE World University Rankings, VnExpress, hoặc các trang web đánh giá giáo dục như Edu247, Collegeboard Vietnam.

3. Tìm hiểu về chương trình đào tạo và chất lượng giảng viên

Khi tìm hiểu về các trường đại học, bạn nên chú ý đến chương trình đào tạo của ngành QTKD. Chương trình đào tạo cần cập nhật, có tính thực tiễn cao và phù hợp với xu hướng phát triển của thị trường lao động. Ngoài ra, bạn cũng nên tìm hiểu về chất lượng giảng viên của ngành. Giảng viên cần có trình độ chuyên môn cao, kinh nghiệm giảng dạy phong phú và có khả năng truyền đạt kiến thức hiệu quả.

4. Tham quan cơ sở vật chất và môi trường học tập

Cơ sở vật chất và môi trường học tập cũng là yếu tố quan trọng cần cân nhắc khi lựa chọn trường đại học. Bạn nên tham quan trực tiếp trường để đánh giá cơ sở vật chất như phòng học, thư viện, phòng thí nghiệm, ký túc xá,... Ngoài ra, bạn cũng nên tìm hiểu về môi trường học tập tại trường, bao gồm văn hóa học tập, hoạt động ngoại khóa, cơ hội thực tập,...

5. Tham khảo ý kiến của những người đi trước

Bạn nên tham khảo ý kiến của những người đi trước, đặc biệt là những anh chị đã từng theo học ngành QTKD tại các trường đại học mà bạn quan tâm. Họ sẽ cung cấp cho bạn những thông tin chân thực và hữu ích về chương trình đào tạo, chất lượng giảng viên, môi trường học tập,...

Quản trị kinh doanh nên học trường nào ở TPHCM?

Dưới đây là một số trường đại học uy tín đào tạo ngành QTKD tại TPHCM:

Đại học Ngoại thương: Đây là trường đại học hàng đầu về đào tạo ngành QTKD tại Việt Nam. Trường có chương trình đào tạo chất lượng cao, đội ngũ giảng viên giàu kinh nghiệm và môi trường học tập quốc tế.

Đại học Kinh tế TP.HCM: Trường có chương trình đào tạo đa dạng, cập nhật xu hướng mới nhất và có tính thực tiễn cao. Trường cũng có mối quan hệ hợp tác với nhiều doanh nghiệp trong và ngoài nước, tạo điều kiện cho sinh viên thực tập và tìm kiếm việc làm sau khi tốt nghiệp.

Đại học FPT: Trường có chương trình đào tạo theo mô hình tiên tiến, chú trọng vào thực tiễn và ứng dụng công nghệ. Trường cũng có đội ngũ giảng viên trẻ trung, năng động và có nhiều kinh nghiệm thực tế.

Đại học RMIT Việt Nam: Trường có chương trình đào tạo theo chuẩn quốc tế, được cấp bằng bởi Đại học RMIT Australia. Trường cũng có môi trường học tập quốc tế và nhiều cơ hội giao lưu học hỏi với sinh viên quốc tế.

Đại học Greenwich Việt Nam: Trường có chương trình đào tạo liên kết với Đại học Greenwich, Anh Quốc. Trường cũng có đội ngũ giảng viên quốc tế và nhiều cơ hội học tập, nghiên cứu tại nước ngoài.

Kết luận

Lựa chọn trường đại học để theo học ngành QTKD là một quyết định quan trọng ảnh hưởng đến tương lai của bạn.

Khi lựa chọn quản trị kinh doanh học trường nào tốt nhất để theo đuổi ngành Quản trị Kinh doanh, bạn cần cân nhắc nhiều yếu tố như chương trình học, đội ngũ giảng viên, cơ sở vật chất và tỷ lệ sinh viên có việc làm sau khi tốt nghiệp. Những thông tin trong bài viết này hy vọng sẽ giúp bạn tìm ra địa chỉ học tập ưng ý nhất, phù hợp với mục tiêu và nhu cầu của bản thân.

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the supposed last days in england

16 july 2014

We do not have breakfast together today. You cycled to Will's to prepare for the busking festival in Edinburgh. I wanted to sleep a bit more but after replying to my friend's email about meeting up in Denmark, I was a quite awake. Felt a bit lonely, I opened Youtube watching videos about health and beauty care by a Canadian girl. Tried to check how much internet data I have left out of the 100MB but the password for the app did not work. Felt bad about lying in bed using the internet, though it is less than one hour. When I could hear some sounds from the birds, I decided to wake up. I peed, cleaned my tongue and washed my throat with warm salt water. Rinsed the kettle and put some cold water in the boil. We run out of lemon so I have artichoke herbal tea from Vietnam. Washed a pure light green granny smith's apple, put the red blanket over the table outside, I was happy to enjoy another breakfast outdoor since we moved here, in the sun, looking up to the sky.

Looking straight now is the fence that divides our small rented stoned garden and the big grass garden of the land-lord that we go to the end most of the time to stay on the wooden floor next to the little stream, my favourite plum tree, few other trees and Andrew's cabin. You said it was a very girl, which you actually mean 'woman', thing of Magaret to ask her husband to put up the fence that was not there. Magaret happens to be a white woman that can make me put her in the category of those irritated British women. One day she was on the phone with someone and all I could hear was a lot of 'She' - she was talking about some girl or woman; and a lot of 'She was ridiculous'. Though she did have a few words with her for a few times and did smile and ask me about our recent holiday in Budapest, all could be just 'diplomatic'. I have learned myself not to be close with housemates because it's easier like that so I should understand why she behaves so. Women are more possessive of their men because historically since there was no contraception, women could get pregnant when being with a guy so they have to be careful and cannot just play around with different girls like guys.

It's just a 'women' thing. They might have a period, they might have been wanted by any guy. You said guys go get the girls so all the girls have to try to attract guys, that's why girls are more jealous to each other.

I have learned myself that when a white person is not nice to someone, it's not always 'racism', it's more 'discrimination' most of the time that can happen not just between races but between the same race from different places in one country. The people from the capital take for granted that their accent is standard; the rest is 'countryside', 'southern', or 'northern' for the case of the U.K.

When I think about almost four years that I have lived in England, I think about the people I have encountered, the people who have made me smile, laugh, cry, and think.

The formal manager of the scholarship office of the university. Big size middle age English man, some white hair, big belly.

When I met him in Vietnam before applying for the scholarship for the second time, he was friendly, helpful, understanding with the situation in Vietnam, my family situation. He told me he helped an Indian girl from a slum to study in England. I told him Westminster had been ranked first in the UK for giving our scholarship to international student. He smiled quite proudly 'It's good to be first in something'. He ordered the second coffee when I asked him about his degree in Archaeology before. Looking at my CV, he asked me why I do not study Film.

He seems like a different man in England. When people live in their own country, they can be nationalist. In the first meeting with all the international scholarship students, after telling everyone about the bad stereotypes of each nationality that has scholarship students - now I can only remember he said Indians, don't be on the phone all the time. He then said 'York is the most English town in England' then smile proudly, 'Guess where I am from'. At the end of his speech when he said, 'Be careful with me. I'm the man with the money and power.' is when my tears rolled down and I could not stop it. I looked around, some African faces, some Indians, some Asians - all seem too nervous and worried to smile or laugh at his supposedly joke. No one applauded either.

7 September 2014

I feel a bit lost but a new life is waiting ahead. It is not as if I am suffering from cancer and dying, even if there might be a next life, who knows how it would be. In my case now, I know it would taste like heaven on earth when I have several kinds of Vietnamese food a day, long time no see friends and family and the weather would warm me up after four years of wind and cold, come and go sun in England.

The last 39 days with London, England and BB. More than a month of traveling in between will make it easier. I have not felt good from yesterday since you told me you are going to teach that woman today. It just sounds like a prostitute getting client from the street for what happened. You will be very mad if I tell you this comparison. In Vietnamese culture, being a musician or a typical performing 'artist' could be considered as one kind of 'prostitute' who pleases different people. That is why my mum would not want me to go into singing, learning music instrument or any other kind of art, besides the fact that we could not afford it. I was surprised to hear from the mixed Dutch and French woman that her Dutch father did not want her to pursue ballet because for him, it is like dancing naked in front of lots of people.