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bittersweethue · 4 years

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The best of the best yet (well for me anyways). Seventeen AU recommendations.

Notes

Of course all of this has smut. I won’t be me if this did not have smut.

The titles also contain the links. Idk why I felt the need to say that.

CHEOLSOO ( Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Hong Jisoo | Joshua)

Call me an amenity

By: brightlight

Summary:

Seungcheol typically doesn't form relationships when he's travelling on business. (But then again, most people aren't Joshua Hong.)

Feels:

Wow. This just. WOW.

I’ve never read a cheolsoo fic this good and raw and emotionally straining. Pining. Of course there’s pining. Their emotions will consume you and leave you sobbing.

This is just a long distance ‘relationship’ esque fic basically. That will make you sad and yearn for the same thing too. (Pinagtagpo pero di tidahana sht)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11891772

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JICHEOL (Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Lee Jihoon | Woozi )

Busan 112

By: Hakovftw

Summary:

Jihoon’s been at Busan Police station for three years, and he still gets mistaken as a kid dressing up for Halloween.

It’s so fucking unfair.

Jihoon’s not jealous. He’s just angry that the meritocracy is failing him.

And what makes this worse, what makes this harder to bear, is that Seungcheol is hot as hell ans looks fucking amazing in his police uniform.

It’s his only saving grace, Jihoon thinks.

Feels:

Absolutely love it. There is so much pining and slow burn and pINING I COULD YEET MYSELF OFF A CLIFF.

I always love AUs wherein the author doesn’t rush the pining process? It makes everything flow and feel real. The slow burn is absolutely amazing and WORTH IT.

Link: (It’s not up anymore, but hoping that the author will put it up again in their other account, wtfkovah)

We were two before our time

By: wtfkovah

Summary:

Jihoon, an Omega, with little social standing, poor familial associations and hardly a tuppence to his name finds honest work as a teacher. His break with the norm results in a broken courtship, and the heartache and financial strain that follow send him south for the summer season, to teach Hansol, the youngest son of the Choi family.

Feels:

I am absolutely so so in love with this. A very very dear favorite? It’s a historical au and I have always loved those. And it being an ABO fic is just *chef’s kiss*. The way it was written is very historical-y too, the words and flow and all.

The pining is spot on, and Ji is so damn relatable in all situations. Cheol’s wooing is so adorable. Everything is so steamy and full of want holy sh-

JUST READ IT, PLEASE PLEASE.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24308842

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JUNHAO (Wen Jun Hui | Jun / Xu Ming Hao | The8)

every chance I get (I'll turn you on)

By: xumyuho

Summary:

Minghao is a kid with miserable talents at choice making and a lot of feelings. Wen Junhui is the hot graduate who he's sleeping with and has most of those feelings for.

Everything about his life is confusing, but at least the sex is great.

Feels:

One of the first fics that I have read. Dunno why I had to mention that.

The way it was written was so realistic, like you forget that you are actually reading. It’s like the words just fly off and you see everything so clearly with how it was written.

The pining? Perfection. The feels? YES. Can’t say more because I might end up spoiling it. Fuck buddy pining perfection.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5359739

you must have been very far

By: jeosheo

Summary:

Junhui isn’t nearly as drunk as his friends; unfortunately, they’re the ones selecting his punishment for having lost miserably at this party game.

“Kiss someone,” Seokmin slurrily suggests.

“Hook up with someone!” Jeonghan corrects.

“With Minghao!”

Feels:

Nothing has beat this yet. NOTHING. My absolute favorite fic about Seventeen.

The writing style confused me at first, but you’ll get the hang of it. Jun basically does not know what he feels and just chalk’s up everything to awkwardness. This is a fic where someone pines after someone without knowing it.

Idk why but it broke me. All I know is I read this at midnight and fell asleep crying. I was an emotional mess for days after it.

(Ah maybe it’s because of how precious someone could be when they get what they deserve, even if they think they don’t deserve it.)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6880459

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WONHUI (Jeon Wonwoo / Wen Jun Hui | Jun)

No Amount of Words (Mother Tongue)

By: rapgodwoozi

Summary:

The last thing Junhui is expecting when he boards a train bound for Amsterdam is to fall in love.

Feels:

This is what love feels like in the movies but also not like in the movies. Willing to risk it all, questioning yourself, thinking if you deserve to be happy.

I really love how everything is emotionally straining. Main thought here is “so-this-is-what-it-feels-like-to-fall-in-love-slowly-but-also-all-at-once”.

Couldn’t read it all at once because of how consuming the emotions are. It’s that straining and the amount of uncertainty and flowery sappy sht will choke you.

GyuHao is also an adorable side pairing here.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20018710

Sweet Devotion

By: Swanny_Writer

Summary:

Wonwoo meets his soulmate at a party, but the omega disappears the following morning.

Junhui meets his soulmate at a party, but holding a huge secret, he can't let the alpha claim him.

(Or the one where WonHui meet at another masquerade ball. They also have a kid and eat lots of cakes)

Feels:

Soft Junhui. Cute Junhui. Baby Junhui with a babie. FLUFF JUNHUIII!

Idk wonu is so adorable here, so cute and so caring. A feel good fic + smut.

But its more than the smut okay? Read it if you want to feel uwu.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22283092

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GYUHAO ( Kim Mingyu / Xu Ming Hao | The8 )

Actually both fics belong into the same series entitled we, as fruitful youth and I only realized this after months, what in the heck.

(may the sun kiss you) unconditional

By: xumyuho

Summary:

Mingyu doesn't need to be right, he just wants to win. Or, more specifically, he just wants Minghao to say "I lose."

Feels:

Forgot the title and all due to reading so many fics but I have always remembered the flower giving part. That made me cri in fluff.

Another ‘so-this-is-what-love-feels-like’ + ‘finding-home-in-a-person’ kind of fic. That kind of uwu.

Trying to learn so much about the other and loving them more and more throughout the process. This is so beautiful and real, imma cri.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9167740

Just need one night (slightly more if it's done right)

By: xumyuho

Summary:

“I like it like this, even without the slow-dancing and flowers.”

“Good. I’m never doing slow-dancing or flowers.”

Feels:

Holy sht this is so awkward and real and it made me realize that all relationships are like this, awkward and weird yet still full of talking, and emotions and fuck ups and IDKKK I love how realistic everything was.

It’s not the typical ‘he-is-the-moon-and-perfect-and-I-would-die-for-him-if-I-could’ type of story and that makes it so refreshing.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6448174

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JEONGCHEOL ( Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups / Yoon Jeonghan)

Gay Chicken

By: twinklingpaopufruit

Summary:

Jisoo explains to Seungcheol and Jeonghan the concept of gay chicken.

Feels:

Is this a novel??? It’s just that kind of fic.

Jeongcheol want + uncertainty + fluff + smut goodness. This is so so good.

You can actually imagine all this pining and amazingness happening because of how close to their own known characters Jeongcheol is here. Like all the details we know of them, how they think, how they move, how they feel and act, this fic is faithful to it.

The kind of fic also where you realize that Jeongcheol is the king of ships, and how all of us want to either date them, or be them. THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6675838

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JOSHUA + Everyone

Good Things (Are Supposed To) Come In Threes

By: SandyRoses

Summary:

In a world where being away from your mates for too long causes physical and emotional pain, Joshua doesn't think he has it easy. He can't remember the last time he, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol just sat and cuddled. It's beginning to hurt, and he doesn't know how much longer he can handle being alone. He doesn't want to be alone.

All he wants to do is be held and loved. Slowly, he begins to think he isn't worth loving.

His friends love him, and they just want to take care of him. Slowly, they start to do both in more ways than one.

Feels:

It’s basically OT12 loving Joshuji. ABO. JeongCheol are irresponsible jerks to their mate and a shtshow ensues.

Glorious. Very emotional and heartbreaking but it get’s better in the end I promise.

Could not read it all at once. It’s that draining and consuming. It will consume you to the point that you will feel all the feelings of Shua, all the self doubt and yearning for something that you think you don’t deserve.

But Shua deserves all the damn love and happiness in the world.

Read this is you want to feel empty right after and if you are okay with the warning.

Warnings: Talks about rape (reliving a rape scene). Slight dubious consent.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17302151

#seventeen fic recs #ao3 #the ultimates #i think im using blockquotes in a wrong way #im sorry #SEVENTEEN master fic rec list

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81scorp · 4 years

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From the diary of Angela Baker

(Originally posted on Deviantart Oct 30, 2017)

Warning: This fanfic contains SPOILERS for the 1983 horrorfilm Sleepaway Camp directed by Robert Hiltzik.

---------------------------------------- Dear Diary My name is Angela Baker and I... have lived an interesting life. When I was little my dad and brother Peter died in a motorboat accident. It scarred me mentally and the next eight years was a very hard time in my life. I was adopted not long after the accident and lived with my aunt, Dr. Martha Thomas, and my cousin Ricky. My aunt is actually very nice and positive... a little TOO positive. She`s kinda like Snow white... if Snow white was a stepford wife who had taken too much Prozac. My cousin Ricky is OK, he always looks after me. Anyway, after having been raised and homeschooled by my quirky aunt for eight years She thought it was a good idea to send Ricky and me away to summercamp. She thought it might help me come out of my shell since I had been very introverted for all those years. Summercamp was not as bad as I had feared, I met some nice people and started to open up a bit.Then people started to die.At first the deaths seemed to be accidents, but then it became clear that they weren`t. To make a long story short, the killer was caught and I turned out to be a guy.I should probably go back to the beginning and explain a few things.I remember when I first met my aunt Martha she was so optimistic of having a new kid in the house. I don`t remember everything she said, but the gist of it was that she had always wanted a girl. I remember the last thing that she said very clearly though. "Angela... Such a lovely name... Why I believe it means Angel! Why yes I`m sure it does! I know you`re going to like that name. Won`t you Peter?" So... the part where I said that my brother Peter died? Change it to "sister Angela" and you have the correct picture. My aunt liked my sister more, but since she was gone my aunt decided to take advantage of my traumatized psyche and raise me as a girl in her place. And the killer? That was me, I killed all those people. In my defense though, most of those people were mean to me. Anyway, I was sent to an insane asylum... for about a couple of months. One of the doctors declared me sane and let me out. To be honest, I don´t think I was fully cured, but I guess they just needed the extra bed. I wasn`t the only one he let out. There was another guy who was older than me (old enough to be my dad). He and I discussed what we were gonna do now that our old lives had ended and our new lives just begun. To (once again) make a long story short: he is now my new legal guardian. I like him a lot more than my aunt Martha. Sure, she was nice and all but that lady was crazy! This new guy is mental health personified compared to her! He runs a motel and his name is Norman, Norman Bates. I call him "Uncle Norm".He is nice and, like I said earlier, WAY more balanced than aunt Martha but there is one downside to living in the same house as him. His mom. I`ve never met her but I can sometimes hear her voice through the walls. She shouts a lot and says such awful things to Uncle Norm when they`re in the same room. Poor guy, he doesn`t deserve her treatment. Sure, she has her moments when she treats him with kindness, but those moments are few. Maybe I could take care of her like I did to those mean people at summercamp? I could make it look like an accident. But that will have to wait for another day. The doctor that declared me sane helped me get in contact with a guy who can provide me with estrogen. I`m going through puberty and I`ve done this Angela thing for so long that going back to living as a guy again would just feel weird. Another thing I`m not gonna go back to is being homeschooled. That`s right, I`m gonna start going to public school a week from today. If I`m gonna learn to be more social and open up I need to spend time with real people. When it`s gymclass I`ll just do what I did at summercamp: not shower with the other girls, just wait till they`re done. Completly foolproof. Just think about it, my first day at a real high school, one week from today! Eek! I`m so excited!

Peace. Angela

- - - - - - It`s been one week since I started high school today. Forks High School to be precise. Not as great and exciting as I hoped it would be, but, thank god, not as horrible as I had feared.I`ve made some friends. Their names are Jessica Stanley, Tyler Crowley, Mike Newton, Angela Weber and Bella Swan. It was very easy to build a circle of friends. All it took for me was to befriend Jessica and she introduced me to the rest. They`re all fun to hang around with... except Bella. She`s not a mean person or anything but she seems very disinterested in hanging with the group. Then there`s this weird guy who doesn`t come to school every day, only the cloudy days. He has pale skin, a stupid haircut (What`s the deal with his hair? Who would willingly style their hair like that?) and looks, for lack of a better word, almost vampiric. I don`t like the way he looks at me. I heard from Jessica that his name is Edward. Edward Cullen.

- - - - - - I almost died today.I was standing at my school`s parkinglot and some guy who was in a hurry lost control of his car. I was almost crushed between his car and one that was parked behind me. But then that Edward Cullen guy showed up out of nowhere, grabbed me and stopped the car from slamming in to me. At least that what I think happened. Everything happened so fast and when I finally realized that I had been just a second away from death he was gone. All that was left was a big dent in the door of the car and it`s driver wondering if I was OK.If that really was Edward then there`s more to him than meets the eye, and maybe he`s not as bad as I thought he was.

- - - - - - I take back everything nice I`ve ever said about Edward Cullen. It has been one week since he saved me from being crushed by that car and after that he has only gotten more interested in me. He stares at me, follows me around, appears mysteriously out of nowhere one second and disappears without a trace the next. I think he even snuck into my bedroom and watched me when I was asleep. He scares me. I`m afraid that he`ll find out about my secret. Then again, maybe he already knows and has no problems with it. The guy IS supernatural after all, it`s possible that maybe he has supersmell and can smell the small amount of male hormones I have. But that leads me to the other thing about him that scares me: He`s a stalker with superhuman speed and strength, and I`m just an ordinary mortal. If I want to get rid of him he`ll see me coming and stop me before I`ve even been able to scratch his skin. I`m scared. So scared.

I felt I had to tell someone. It may not get rid of Edward but at least I won`t feel alone, so I decided to tell our school`s guidance counselor miss Summers. I don`t know her first name but I`m sure it starts with a B and ends with a Y. It`s either Betty or Buffy. She`s a little younger than most of the teachers at school, probably in her early twenties, and is a real good listener. I told her about Edward but I left out the part about him having superpowers. I described him as "that pale guy with a creepy stare, stupid haircut, really stupid haircut" and I also mentioned "almost vampiric". I`m not sure but I think I noticed something in her eyes when I mentioned that last part. She told me not to worry and that she would keep an eye on him. I hope that`s enough. - - - - - - It has now been two weeks since the last time I wrote and there has been no sign of Edward Cullen in the school or even in the entire town. Whatever it was that miss Summers did it sure was effective. Turns out that thing that happened to me, being saved from a car by Edward only to be spied on by him later, happened to another girl a month before me. The girl in question was one of my classmates, Bella Swan. Now that Edward`s gone Bella`s all torn up about about it, as if she`s "lost the love of her life". Please! First: the guy was a creepy stalker, second: you weren`t the only one he stalked. So basically, he cheated on you. There are better guys out there than him. Unfortunately Bella hasn`t come to that realization yet, she`s been inconsolable since the day it became clear that he wasn`t gonna come back. I wanted to help her and gave her the number to the best therapist I know, the guy who helped me and uncle Norm get out of the insane asylum, Dr Hannibal Lecter. - - - - - - Two weeks have now passed since the last time I wrote. What has happened since then? Oh yeah, about a week ago Bella decided to take my advice and visit Dr Lecter and I haven`t seen her since. Wonder what happened? Oh well. I and the rest of my friends had a halloween party at Jessica`s house yesterday. I came dressed as Cleopatra. We did the mash. We did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash.

Fun times were had. I have really grown as person these last months. I have come a long way from the shy, introverted non-girl that was too afraid to reach out and make new friends. I just hope they never find out my secret. If they do... Oh well, guess I`ll just have to make it look like an accident. Gotta go now, uncle Norm is shouting that the dinner is ready. We`re having pancakes. (Yay!)

Peace.

Angela

#81scorp #sleepaway camp #angela baker #fanfic

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pfenniged · 5 years

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Recommendations for Social Sciences Literature:

So as a recently graduated law student and lawyer (as well as being affected by many areas of intersectionality related below), I’ve been really into studying the social sciences and how society reflects how it treats the least of its citizens. My friend suggested that I draw up a list of recommendations for her, and share it with others as well.

While my interest in these books might begin in how to consider the perspectives of others and consolidate my own point of view when representing a client, I can safely reassure you all that these are (for the most part) layperson books that I read in my spare time; not ridiculous legal dirges that will put you to sleep. All these books were spectacularly engaging for me, and I’d recommend them highly.

I’d also like to preface this list with the fact that I educate myself on books that consider intersectionality and how the experiences of individual subsections of society affect society as a whole and an individual’s position in them. While as a result of the topics themselves these books often consider bigotry and sensitive issues/topics, they are academic considerations of societal constructs and demographics (as well as the history that grows from oppression of certain subsections of society), and attempt to be balanced academic/philosophical narratives. Therefore, while difficult topics might be broached (such as, for example, the discrimination transexual women face in being considered ‘women’), none that I have read would ever be intentionally insulting/ extremist in their views, and many are written by scholars and academics directly affected by these issues. Just research these books before purchasing them, is all I ask; for your own self-care. ♥

That being said, I have divided these recommendations into several areas of study. I will also mark when there is a decided crossover of intersectionality, for your benefit:

Feminist Theory: Mostly concerned with the limitation of womens emotions, the experience of women within Trump’s America, and the idealised liberation of women in 1960s, with a particular focus on the UK and ‘swinging’ London.

Disability Theory: Academic Ableism in post-educational facilities and within the immigration process.

Black Theory: This includes the relations between colonialism and the oppressed individual’s underneath its weight, the struggle through American’s history through ‘white rage’ towards the success of African-American success, and a sad history of racial ‘passing’ in America.

Immigration Theory: This mostly focuses on the experience of the disabled and Southern/Eastern Europeans/ Jewish people entering both Canada and the United States. It also provides this background to the immigration policies against a backdrop of social eugenics. I also included a book on the UK history of the workhouse in this category, as immigrants were often disproportionately affected by poverty once arriving in the UK/England, and often had to seek shelter in such ‘establishments.’

LGBT+ Social Theory/History: The history of transsexualism and the development of transexual rights throughout history.

Canadian Indigenous Theory/History: A history of the movements between the Indigenous peoples of North America and colonialists, as well as a two-part series on Canada’s Indian Act and Reconciliation (’Legalise’ aside in its consideration of the Indian Act, these are fantastic for the layperson to understand the effect such a document has had on the modern day issues and abuse of Indigenous people in Canada in particular, as well as how non-Indigenous people may work actively towards reconciliation in the future).

Toxic Masculinity: Angry White Men essentially tries to explain the unexplainable; namely, why there has been such a rise of the racist and sexist white American male, that eventually culminated in the election of Donald Trump (However, this really rings true for any ‘angry white men’ resulting from the rise of the far right across Europe and beyond). It is based on the idea of "aggrieved entitlement": a sense that those benefits that white men believed were their due have been snatched away from them by THE REST OF US~~~. While good, also just really expect to be mad (not in particular at the poor sociologist studying this and analysing this phenomenon, as he tries to be even-handed, but that such a thing exists at all).

1. Feminist Theory:

Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger:

As women, we’ve been urged for so long to bottle up our anger, letting it corrode our bodies and minds in ways we don’t even realize. Yet there are so, so many legitimate reasons for us to feel angry, ranging from blatant, horrifying acts of misogyny to the subtle drip, drip drip of daily sexism that reinforces the absurdly damaging gender norms of our society. In Rage Becomes Her, Soraya Chemaly argues that our anger is not only justified, it is also an active part of the solution. We are so often encouraged to resist our rage or punished for justifiably expressing it, yet how many remarkable achievements would never have gotten off the ground without the kernel of anger that fueled them? Approached with conscious intention, anger is a vital instrument, a radar for injustice and a catalyst for change. On the flip side, the societal and cultural belittlement of our anger is a cunning way of limiting and controlling our power—one we can no longer abide.

Nasty Women: Feminism, Resistance, and Revolution in Trump's America:

Nasty Women includes inspiring essays from a diverse group of talented women writers who seek to provide a broad look at how we got here and what we need to do to move forward.Featuring essays by REBECCA SOLNIT on Trump and his “misogyny army,” CHERYL STRAYED on grappling with the aftermath of Hillary Clinton’s loss, SARAH HEPOLA on resisting the urge to drink after the election, NICOLE CHUNG on family and friends who support Trump, KATHA POLLITT on the state of reproductive rights and what we do next, JILL FILIPOVIC on Trump’s policies and the life of a young woman in West Africa, SAMANTHA IRBY on racism and living as a queer black woman in rural America, RANDA JARRAR on traveling across the country as a queer Muslim American, SARAH HOLLENBECK on Trump’s cruelty toward the disabled, MEREDITH TALUSAN on feminism and the transgender community, and SARAH JAFFE on the labor movement and active and effective resistance, among others.

(A heavy focus on intersectionality ♥)

The Feminine Revolution: 21 Ways to Ignite the Power of Your Femininity for a Brighter Life and a Better World:

Challenging old and outdated perceptions that feminine traits are weaknesses, The Feminine Revolution revisits those characteristics to show how they are powerful assets that should be embraced rather than maligned. It argues that feminine traits have been mischaracterized as weak, fragile, diminutive, and embittered for too long, and offers a call to arms to redeem them as the superpowers and gifts that they are.The authors, Amy Stanton and Catherine Connors, begin with a brief history of when-and-why these traits were defined as weaknesses, sharing opinions from iconic females including Marianne Williamson and Cindy Crawford. Then they offer a set of feminine principles that challenge current perceptions of feminine traits, while providing women new mindsets to reclaim those traits with confidence.

How Was It For You?: Women, Sex, Love and Power in the 1960s:

The sexual revolution liberated a generation. But men most of all.

We tend to think of the 60s as a decade sprinkled with stardust: a time of space travel and utopian dreams, but above all of sexual abandonment. When the pill was introduced on the NHS in 1961 it seemed, for the first time, that women - like men - could try without buying.

But this book - by 'one of the great social historians of our time' - describes a turbulent power struggle.

Here are the voices from the battleground. Meet dollybird Mavis, debutante Kristina, Beryl who sang with the Beatles, bunny girl Patsy, Christian student Anthea, industrial campaigner Mary and countercultural Caroline. From Carnaby Street to Merseyside, from mods to rockers, from white gloves to Black is Beautiful, their stories throw an unsparing spotlight on morals, four-letter words, faith, drugs, race, bomb culture and sex.

This is a moving, shocking book about tearing up the world and starting again. It's about peace, love, psychedelia and strange pleasures, but it is also about misogyny, violation and discrimination - half a century before feminism rebranded. For out of the swamp of gropers and groupies, a movement was emerging, and discovering a new cause: equality.

The 1960s: this was where it all began. Women would never be the same again.

2. Disability Theory:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education:

Academic Ableism brings together disability studies and institutional critique to recognize the ways that disability is composed in and by higher education, and rewrites the spaces, times, and economies of disability in higher education to place disability front and center. For too long, argues Jay Timothy Dolmage, disability has been constructed as the antithesis of higher education, often positioned as a distraction, a drain, a problem to be solved. The ethic of higher education encourages students and teachers alike to accentuate ability, valorize perfection, and stigmatize anything that hints at intellectual, mental, or physical weakness, even as we gesture toward the value of diversity and innovation. Examining everything from campus accommodation processes, to architecture, to popular films about college life, Dolmage argues that disability is central to higher education, and that building more inclusive schools allows better education for all.

(See immigration below for another book by this author on the intersection between immigration policy and disability).

3. Black Theory:

Black Skin, White Masks by Frantz Fanon:

A major influence on civil rights, anti-colonial, and black consciousness movements around the world, Black Skin, White Masks is the unsurpassed study of the black psyche in a white world. Hailed for its scientific analysis and poetic grace when it was first published in 1952, the book remains a vital force today from one of the most important theorists of revolutionary struggle, colonialism, and racial difference in history.

White Fragility: Why It's So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism:

Referring to the defensive moves that white people make when challenged racially, white fragility is characterized by emotions such as anger, fear, and guilt, and by behaviors including argumentation and silence. These behaviors, in turn, function to reinstate white racial equilibrium and prevent any meaningful cross-racial dialogue. In this in-depth exploration, the author examines how white fragility develops, how it protects racial inequality, and what we can do to engage more constructively.

White Rage: The Unspoken Truth of Our Racial Divide:

From the Civil War to our combustible present, and now with a new epilogue about the 2016 presidential election, acclaimed historian Carol Anderson reframes our continuing conversation about race. White Rage chronicles the powerful forces opposed to black progress in America. As Ferguson, Missouri, erupted in August 2014, and media commentators across the ideological spectrum referred to the angry response of African Americans as “black rage,” historian Carol Anderson wrote a remarkable op-ed in the Washington Post showing that this was, instead, “white rage at work. With so much attention on the flames,” she writes, “everyone had ignored the kindling.”Since 1865 and the passage of the Thirteenth Amendment, every time African Americans have made advances towards full participation in our democracy, white reaction has fueled a deliberate and relentless rollback of their gains. The end of the Civil War and Reconstruction was greeted with the Black Codes and Jim Crow; the Supreme Court's landmark 1954 Brown v. Board of Education decision was met with the shutting down of public schools throughout the South while taxpayer dollars financed segregated white private schools; the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and Voting Rights Act of 1965 triggered a coded but powerful response, the so-called Southern Strategy and the War on Drugs that disenfranchised millions of African Americans while propelling presidents Nixon and Reagan into the White House.Carefully linking these and other historical flashpoints when social progress for African Americans was countered by deliberate and cleverly crafted opposition, Anderson pulls back the veil that has long covered actions made in the name of protecting democracy, fiscal responsibility, or protection against fraud, rendering visible the long lineage of white rage. Compelling and dramatic in the unimpeachable history it relates, White Rage will add an important new dimension to the national conversation about race in America.

A Chosen Exile: A History of Racial Passing in American Life:

Between the eighteenth and mid-twentieth centuries, countless African Americans passed as white, leaving behind families and friends, roots and community. It was, as Allyson Hobbs writes, a chosen exile, a separation from one racial identity and the leap into another. This revelatory history of passing explores the possibilities and challenges that racial indeterminacy presented to men and women living in a country obsessed with racial distinctions. It also tells a tale of loss.As racial relations in America have evolved so has the significance of passing. To pass as white in the antebellum South was to escape the shackles of slavery. After emancipation, many African Americans came to regard passing as a form of betrayal, a selling of one’s birthright. When the initially hopeful period of Reconstruction proved short-lived, passing became an opportunity to defy Jim Crow and strike out on one’s own.Although black Americans who adopted white identities reaped benefits of expanded opportunity and mobility, Hobbs helps us to recognize and understand the grief, loneliness, and isolation that accompanied―and often outweighed―these rewards. By the dawning of the civil rights era, more and more racially mixed Americans felt the loss of kin and community was too much to bear, that it was time to “pass out” and embrace a black identity. Although recent decades have witnessed an increasingly multiracial society and a growing acceptance of hybridity, the problem of race and identity remains at the center of public debate and emotionally fraught personal decisions.

4. Immigration Theory:

The Guarded Gate: Bigotry, Eugenics and the Law That Kept Two Generations of Jews, Italians, and Other European Immigrants Out of America:

A forgotten, dark chapter of American history with implications for the current day, The Guarded Gate tells the story of the scientists who argued that certain nationalities were inherently inferior, providing the intellectual justification for the harshest immigration law in American history. Brandished by the upper class Bostonians and New Yorkers—many of them progressives—who led the anti-immigration movement, the eugenic arguments helped keep hundreds of thousands of Jews, Italians, and other unwanted groups out of the US for more than 40 years.Over five years in the writing, The Guarded Gate tells the complete story from its beginning in 1895, when Henry Cabot Lodge and other Boston Brahmins launched their anti-immigrant campaign. In 1921, Vice President Calvin Coolidge declared that “biological laws” had proven the inferiority of southern and eastern Europeans; the restrictive law was enacted three years later.

Disabled Upon Arrival: Eugenics, Immigration, and the Construction of Race and Disability:

In North America, immigration has never been about immigration. That was true in the early twentieth century when anti-immigrant rhetoric led to draconian crackdowns on the movement of bodies, and it is true today as new measures seek to construct migrants as dangerous and undesirable. This premise forms the crux of Jay Timothy Dolmage’s new book Disabled Upon Arrival: Eugenics, Immigration, and the Construction of Race and Disability, a compelling examination of the spaces, technologies, and discourses of immigration restriction during the peak period of North American immigration in the early twentieth century.Through careful archival research and consideration of the larger ideologies of racialization and xenophobia, Disabled Upon Arrival links anti-immigration rhetoric to eugenics—the flawed “science” of controlling human population based on racist and ableist ideas about bodily values. Dolmage casts an enlightening perspective on immigration restriction, showing how eugenic ideas about the value of bodies have never really gone away and revealing how such ideas and attitudes continue to cast groups and individuals as disabled upon arrival.

The Workhouse: The People, The Places, The Life Behind Doors:

In this fully updated and revised edition of his best-selling book, Simon Fowler takes a fresh look at the workhouse and the people who sought help from it. He looks at how the system of the Poor Law - of which the workhouse was a key part - was organized and the men and women who ran the workhouses or were employed to care for the inmates. But above all this is the moving story of the tens of thousands of children, men, women and the elderly who were forced to endure grim conditions to survive in an unfeeling world.

5. LGBT+ Social Theory/History:

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution:

Covering American transgender history from the mid-twentieth century to today, Transgender History takes a chronological approach to the subject of transgender history, with each chapter covering major movements, writings, and events. Chapters cover the transsexual and transvestite communities in the years following World War II; trans radicalism and social change, which spanned from 1966 with the publication of The Transsexual Phenomenon, and lasted through the early 1970s; the mid-'70s to 1990-the era of identity politics and the changes witnessed in trans circles through these years; and the gender issues witnessed through the '90s and '00s.

Transgender History includes informative sidebars highlighting quotes from major texts and speeches in transgender history and brief biographies of key players, plus excerpts from transgender memoirs and discussion of treatments of transgenderism in popular culture.

6. Canadian Indigenous Theory/History:

The Inconvenient Indian: A Curious Account of Native People in North America:

Rich with dark and light, pain and magic, The Inconvenient Indian distills the insights gleaned from Thomas King's critical and personal meditation on what it means to be "Indian" in North America, weaving the curiously circular tale of the relationship between non-Natives and Natives in the centuries since the two first encountered each other. In the process, King refashions old stories about historical events and figures, takes a sideways look at film and pop culture, relates his own complex experiences with activism, and articulates a deep and revolutionary understanding of the cumulative effects of ever-shifting laws and treaties on Native peoples and lands.

21 Things You May Not Know About the Indian Act: Helping Canadians Make Reconciliation with Indigenous Peoples a Reality:

Since its creation in 1876, the Indian Act has shaped, controlled, and constrained the lives and opportunities of Indigenous Peoples, and is at the root of many enduring stereotypes. Bob Joseph's book comes at a key time in the reconciliation process, when awareness from both Indigenous and non-Indigenous communities is at a crescendo. Joseph explains how Indigenous Peoples can step out from under the Indian Act and return to self-government, self-determination, and self-reliance - and why doing so would result in a better country for every Canadian. He dissects the complex issues around truth and reconciliation, and clearly demonstrates why learning about the Indian Act's cruel, enduring legacy is essential for the country to move toward true reconciliation.

Indigenous Relations: Insights, Tips & Suggestions to Make Reconciliation a Reality:

A timely sequel to the bestselling 21 Things You May Not Know About the Indian Act - and an invaluable guide for anyone seeking to work more effectively with Indigenous Peoples.

We are all treaty people. But what are the everyday impacts of treaties, and how can we effectively work toward reconciliation if we're worried our words and actions will unintentionally cause harm?

Practical and inclusive, Indigenous Relations interprets the difference between hereditary and elected leadership, and why it matters; explains the intricacies of Aboriginal Rights and Title, and the treaty process; and demonstrates the lasting impact of the Indian Act, including the barriers that Indigenous communities face and the truth behind common myths and stereotypes perpetuated since Confederation.

Indigenous Relations equips you with the necessary knowledge to respectfully avoid missteps in your work and daily life, and offers an eight-part process to help business and government work more effectively with Indigenous Peoples - benefitting workplace culture as well as the bottom line. Indigenous Relations is an invaluable tool for anyone who wants to improve their cultural competency and undo the legacy of the Indian Act.

7. Toxic Masculinity:

Angry White Men: American Masculinity at the End of an Era:

One of the headlines of the 2012 Presidential campaign was the demise of the white American male voter as a dominant force in the political landscape. On election night four years later, when Donald Trump was announced the winner, it became clear that the white American male voter is alive and well and angry as hell. Sociologist Michael Kimmel, one of the leading writers on men and masculinity in the world today, has spent hundreds of hours in the company of America's angry white men – from white supremacists to men's rights activists to young students. In Angry White Men, he presents a comprehensive diagnosis of their fears, anxieties, and rage.Kimmel locates this increase in anger in the seismic economic, social and political shifts that have so transformed the American landscape. Downward mobility, increased racial and gender equality, and a tenacious clinging to an anachronistic ideology of masculinity has left many men feeling betrayed and bewildered. Raised to expect unparalleled social and economic privilege, white men are suffering today from what Kimmel calls "aggrieved entitlement": a sense that those benefits that white men believed were their due have been snatched away from them.

Happy reading, everyone. ♥

#ugh this took forever but you're welcome #it's actually good stuff take a look :3 #social sciences #sociology #history #literature #recommendations #feminism #disability studies #black studies #immigration theory #toxic masculinity #indigenous theory #lgbt theory #future reference #my recommendations #intersectionality

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Chloe’s Full Character Profile

Slight Riddleverse ‘fic spoilers. Your mileage may vary.

OVERVIEW

Full Name: Chloe Carmichael

Preferred Form of Address: Chloe

Alternate Forms of Address: Will respond to literally any nickname as long as she knows you’re addressing her

Aspiration: Find support in genuine friendships while she works to overcome her anxiety

Born: Spring of the Pink Star

Zodiac: Sky

Birthday: March 21st, 1992 (As far as you know)

Hometown: Dimmdale, California; USA (Formerly Seattle, Washington)

Age During Frozen Timestream: 10

Species: Human

Nationality: American

Mindset: Wise beyond her years, but painfully oblivious in social settings

Stats:

Power: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Endurance: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Wisdom: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Adaptability: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Charisma: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Openness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Conscientiousness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Neuroticism: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Residence: 1011 Cobbler Street

Marries Kevin Crocker once they have their own place

Occupation: Field linguist

Previous Employment: Mostly volunteered and tutored in the past; did some internships but not a lot of paying work until after school

BACKGROUND

Self-Perception: A supportive, loving, and genuine person who isn’t afraid to put herself out there and wants to see everyone around her succeed at their dreams (even if it means sacrificing her own)

Alignment: Lawful Good -> Neutral Good

MBTI: ENFP

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Heavenly Virtue: Charity

Love Language: Acts of service

Reinforcers: Making people smile; watching someone she helped improve her life; blue ribbons, plaques, and trophies; applause

History: Chloe was born to Clark Dinkleberg and Connie Carmichael in Seattle, Washington. She spent her early years in the city, curious and enthusiastic about the world around her (much to her nervous’ parents dismay). As she grew, Chloe realized how much her parents love nature and began to wonder if her birth got in the way of their adventuring. They didn’t seem to love the city like she did... Was she dragging them down? Thoughts like these make up the core of her anxiety; deep down, Chloe will always suspect her parents see her as a burden and don’t love her as much as they claim.

Chloe made a few friends in school, but they always seemed to lose interest before long (unable to keep up with her energy). In the spring of her fifth grade year, Chloe healed an injured Beast who went on to ransack Seattle. This cost her the rest of her friends, earned her the frustration of her parents, and immediately became the most humiliating experience of her life... and on top of that, it aired on TV. A distraught Chloe collapsed in on herself. She kept to her room as much as possible, and it wasn’t long before her parents discussed plans to move.

Chloe’s misery tripped the sensors at the godparenting agency, but although everyone agreed she deserved a fairy godparent, there wasn’t one available. On top of that, the “One Godparent / One Godchild” Act (Whimsifinado v. Fairy Court) had just been passed, which would allow the Pixies to be godparents in the absence of available Fairies (See also, @zachbrightside’s “Big Fairy Share Scare” rewrite, In Over My Head). The Head Pixie personally steered Clark and Connie towards Dimmsdale in the hopes that Chloe would over-involve herself in Timmy’s life and sabotage Cosmo and Wanda’s godparenting career. In theory, Cosmo and Wanda would be separated from Timmy just in time for the 1-on-1 Act to go live, creating an opening for H.P. himself to take over as Timmy’s pixie godfather. It didn’t quite work the way he planned, but long story short... Chloe has a godfamily and H.P. withdrew to scheme again.

Personality: Chloe is constantly motivated to chase her dreams, help others chase theirs, and live each day to the fullest. She’s always full of energy... which is why she has a history of burning through her friends. Chloe’s can-do attitude leaves a lot of people exhausted, and even Timmy needs breaks from her now and again. Kevin, however, finds her to be a bright spark of positive energy in his otherwise dreary existence, so they get along well.

Although Chloe loves her parents, her relationship with them is strained, especially when she’s older. Her parents have a tendency to control her, and that really ramped up once she left the house and Clark and Connie couldn’t monitor what she was doing. Chloe often finds herself tripping over her feet for them, calling several times a week even if she has to be up at 2 AM to make the time zones work. As she grows, Chloe questions more and more of her parents’ rules. When she moved out, the first thing to go was her vegetarian diet, which was always more about pleasing them than because she wanted it for herself.

Although Chloe considers herself a genuine person and a loyal friend, many people see her as desperate and clingy (especially when she ran for student government in high school). What people don’t realize is that Chloe is much too oblivious to social norms to ever be inauthentic. She isn’t about to change herself to fit in, and has the tearful therapy sessions to prove it.

Chloe doesn’t like to admit it, but she has an enormous ego. She truly believes she can be the best at anything she puts her mind to, and when she meets an expert, she’s motivated to be the one who finally outmatched them; she’d be shocked to lose a science fair to Jimmy Neutron or a ghost-catching contest to Danny Phantom, regardless of how much experience. In her youth especially, she believed positivity could always take her to victory. She’s still unlearning that idea as she’s grown.

Despite her ego, Chloe struggles with self-doubt and frequent anxiety attacks. She’s a perfectionist at heart to the point of procrastination and paranoia, and has more meltdowns than she’d like to admit... and she doesn’t admit them all, even to Timmy. Chloe’s become so good at hiding her fears from her parents that they’ve even walked out of the room while she’s panicking.

Chloe’s natural defense mechanism is denial. It worked as a kid, but as her world awareness has grown over the years, she’s tried denying things more and more. Cosmo and Wanda have been a stable force in her life, helping her overcome her naivety and recognize red flags in others and the faults in herself. Every day, Chloe breaks away from her sheltered past a little more. She strives to be caring to all and wants to be there for others just like Timmy, Cosmo, and Wanda were there for her when she needed it most.

Education: Attended elementary school in Seattle, Washington during the frozen timestream and is extremely knowledgeable when it comes to the basic subjects her classes covered.

Elementary School: Moved to Dimmsdale, California in 2004 and attended Denzel Crocker’s class, where she met Timmy.

Middle School: Performed well in school and was well-liked by her teachers; stayed close friends with Timmy. Socialized with others, but her naivety caused her to make friends with people who spread rumors behind her back. Chloe hid her increasingly poor eyesight from her parents (denying everything), but in the end they discovered the truth and insisted she get glasses.

High School: Ran for student government in her second year and won the sophomore class president position. Went a little power crazy that year and was not re-elected. Focused on an abundance of extracurriculars instead, sometimes working herself to exhaustion. Dated A.J. during junior year. Did not run for student government as a senior. She faced an increasing amount of rumors (having annoyed a lot of people during her power trip).

During junior year, rumors spread that Chloe was cheating on A.J. with Timmy (and that Timmy was cheating on his long-distance girlfriend with her). In senior year (after Chloe and A.J. broke up), the rumor was that Chloe’s “tutoring sessions” didn’t involve much tutoring at all. Other criticism Chloe faced was that she was clingy, desperate, easy, and an overly controlling psycho girlfriend. Not the best four years of her life, but keeping in contact with Kevin via email made the world a little brighter.

Further Education: Obtained the schooling to become a field linguist; takes online courses for fun and collects certifications

Favorite School Subject: Chemistry

Least Favorite Subject: English (Enjoyable, but not challenging enough)

Had Fairy Godparents: March 2nd, 2004 (Just before turning 11) - March 20th, 2011 (Just as she turned 18)

Favorite Wish: Wishing to be an adult (“Dimmsdale Daze”); despite the drama it caused, she considers it a very valuable learning experience

Notable Likes:

Cosmo and Wanda

Animals

State fairs

Sweet candy

Cooking

Singing

Performing onstage

Tae kwon do

Hiking

Organizing

Charity / volunteer work / helping others

Contests (especially the winning prizes part)

Board games

Sharing intimate moments and inside jokes with friends

Goals:

Maintain close relationships with friends

Enjoy a happy marriage with Kevin (and kids!)

Learn Sylbo

Help Timmy achieve his dream job as a cartoonist

Set her uncle-in-law Denzel Crocker up with someone special

Work through her issues with her parents

Support her children in all the things

Beliefs:

All living creatures, people and animals, are very important and need to be treated with respect

Parents know best, but only if they truly know their kids

You should never quit; when things look rough, try to look at the problem in a new way

Deadlines are motivating and when you beat them, you deserve a little treat

Family is important, even if you have conflict

Fears:

Oversleeping / Forgetting appointments

Failure to meet expectations

Being unlovable / Divorce

Every cringey thing she’s ever done that she can’t forget

Upsets:

Frustrated by disorganization / low effort

Stressed when she realizes she’s running late

Flustered when her parents confront her unexpectedly and she’s forced to explain herself on short notice

Comforts: Discussing her feelings with another person and receiving validation (a diary really doesn’t cut it), keeping things organized, long baths, sewing, painting, hot chocolate and movies, lots of cuddles

Indulgences: Having a free day to spend on herself without work or school, the occasional treat (like a cupcake or éclair), snuggling under blankets

EXTERNAL

Verbal Notes: Chloe’s voice is usually level and cheerful, though it spikes when she’s excited. When she’s especially thrilled, she’ll squeal and scream, often in someone’s ear. Chloe tries to be uplifting, even when things aren’t going her way, but her patience has its limits. When pushed too far in a short amount of time, she’ll lose her temper and yell. Her raw emotion comes out, often hurting others’ feelings even after all the effort she’s put into being kind.

Chloe’s passion bleeds through when she talks, and you can tell when she’s not enthusiastic about an idea from how low her voice drops. She isn’t very good at flirting and her attempts to woo people usually come across as awkward and transparent. Having grown up without close friends, Chloe can be a little socially awkward. In fact, the way she phrases her sentences can be weird in general, especially with her advanced vocabulary (“You are a strange and tortured soul” to a peer her age, or saying “resilient arachnid” to a group of children when talking about a spider).

One of Chloe’s quirks is using nouns as adjectives when she’s upset, such as “You are monster children!” She shares this trait with her mother (i.e. “You people are garbage people!”) Another quirk is making a statement, then adding another sentence to clarify what she meant. For example:

“I don’t believe in hate. I strongly dislike it, but I don’t hate it. Because as previously mentioned, I don’t believe in hate.” (“Blue Angel”)

“You look even more unstable than normal. Which is alarming.” (“Clark Laser”)

“I never should have suggested that you’d put tacos before our friendship! Although in my defense, it is kind of believable.” (“Tardy Sauce”)

Chloe rarely gives people nicknames (in teasing or affection). She’s always called Kevin “Kevin,” never “Sweetie” or “Honey.” Once Timmy asks to be called Timothy instead, Chloe switches to that name even when some of his other friends (and Poof) continue calling him Timmy.

Language: Can hold basic conversation in twelve languages (though not all of them are human). These include English, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, German, Russian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, Tagalog, American sign language, Dolphin, and Flightless Booby Bird (But not French, which A.J. teased her about while they were dating since he speaks French fluently).

Physical Notes: Chloe has always been a little taller than Timmy, though not taller than Kevin. She’s often too busy to make it to the gym, but she tries to at least go for runs around the neighborhood in the mornings or evenings. She’s also practiced tae kwon do for most of her life.

Handedness: Right dominant

Body Language: Waves her arms around, particularly when pumped up. Often holds her arms in front of her when trying to focus her thoughts or calm down. Lifts a single finger when she wants to say something or gather attention. Stares at her feet when embarrassed. Rarely crosses her arms. Always up for hugs and snuggles.

Hair: Has soft hair; prefers keeping it long (past her shoulders) but often ties it up

Teeth: Has a chipped front tooth; perfect teeth other than that

Scars: As if her parents let her get scratched

Tattoos: Three small shooting stars (Pink, green, and purple) on the inside of her left forearm; match the ones Timmy has on his right arm

Style: Likes to wear “funky” things; loves eccentric outfits but has to tiptoe around her more conservative parents. Loves patterns that have lots of curves and detail in the designs.

Regular Clothing: Takes pride in a clean appearance and tries to dress nice, often in a dress or button-up shirt

Casual Clothing: Yellow short-sleeve shirts (and mom jeans)

Nightwear: Usually wears pale pink; sometimes wears nightgowns

Formal Clothing: Loves short-sleeved dresses; prefers pastel colors

Other: Loves cosplay and sews her own outfits

Height: 5′8″

Hygiene: Excellent and proud of it

Morning Schedule: Chloe wakes up around 6:15 each day, has breakfast, and heads to school or work. Sometimes she tries to run in the morning, grateful for warmer weather than what she grew up with in Seattle.

Typical Day Schedule: As a kid, Chloe would tutor her peers after school, but as a college student she realized she had to dedicate most of her “free time” to studying. As a field linguist, Chloe spends her time at home organizing her research, and her time away meeting personally with the speakers of languages that are fading fast. She strives to help those she perceives as less fortunate than herself and open eyes to what help the people she meets with truly need.

College was particularly stressful for Chloe, who found herself overwhelmed and unprepared for adult life. Suddenly straight A’s were a struggle and her parents’ disapproval haunted every waking moment. Chloe unfollowed A.J. on all social media - something she hadn’t done after their break-up - because every time she thought of him, she was wracked with extreme jealousy.

But in the end, Chloe did graduate (and her parents were there to see it, too!) If she isn’t in the field, Chloe emails her friends, calls her parents, and tries to think of people to visit. She tries to complete at least one service project a month outside her work, such as cleaning the park or ocean. She volunteers her time at schools too and donates equipment to the Little League teams, doing her small part to make the community a better place.

Evening Schedule: Chloe likes to go to bed early and Kevin likes to sleep in late, so the two are most romantic in the early evening. Sometimes they’re so busy they don’t have much time together, so they try to make the little moments special- such as lighting candles and dimming lights for dinner. Sometimes they bake a dessert together and swap stories about their week, then put on music or a movie and snuggle up.

Sleep Schedule: Chloe tries to be in bed by 10:00, though she’s rarely asleep before 11:00. Unfortunately Kevin likes to stay up late reading, so Chloe’s had to adjust to falling asleep with the lamp on. She likes to sleep with her head on his arm or chest, and Kevin keeps his book where she can read it even though he knows her eyes are closed.

PERSONAL

Relationship Status:

Married to Kevin Crocker (Didn’t actually show up for her wedding, but that’s another story)

Wedding Anniversary: June 10th, 2016

Ideal Relationship: Chloe needs a relationship where she can be her authentic self without criticism. She doesn’t need fiery passion or flashy displays, but she definitely needs caring affection. She wants someone she can laugh with and snuggle up to in cozy pajamas. A love for animals and the outdoors are a must.

Sexuality: Loves everyone (That’s no secret); has a hard time recognizing sexual attraction since she’s always struggled to make friends and interprets her feelings as a longing for friendship. That said, Chloe does lean towards social outcasts or anyone else who seems mysterious and brooding sad. Chloe needs someone who grounds her, and Kevin did just that.

Intimate History: Has been sexually intimate with only one partner, Kevin Crocker (though she did snuggle and kiss A.J. while they dated).

Turn-Ons: Chloe has a low threshold for arousal, so she’s happy just spending time with Kevin. Cuddles are an absolute must with her, and she loves spending hours under the blankets with him, just resting her hand on his chest beneath his shirt (Gotta have the shirt or it’s not fun!) and feeling his fingers comb through her hair. That kind of touch satisfies her more than an hour of passionate kisses ever could.

Chloe is cautious and values security; she needs to feel confident that she’s in a lasting relationship with someone who’s interested in her for who she is, not just what she brings to the bedroom. The key here is opening with compliments, then moving to dirty talk while progressing very slowly with physical touch.

Children: Foop - Foster kid/adopted kid disguised as a human for a lifetime

Father: Clark Dinkleberg

Grandfather: Jack Dinkleberg

Grandmother: Pauline Dinkleberg (née Charleston)

Uncles: Sheldon and Robert Dinkleberg

Mother: Connie Carmichael

Grandfather: Max Carmichael

Grandmother: Heather Carmichael

Aunt: Nicole Carmichael

Fairy Godfather: Cosmo Julius Cosma

Formally met March 2nd, 2004

Fairy Godmother: Wanda Venus Fairywinkle

Formally met March 2nd, 2004

Fairy Godbrother: Poof Nebula Fairywinkle-Cosma

Met May 15th, 2004

Godbrother: Timmy Turner

Formally met March 1st, 2004

Timmy and Chloe see one another as step-siblings. Their relationship was rocky in the beginning, but it blooms into a friendly sibling relationship over the years.

Ex-Boyfriend: Archimedes Breen Jr. (A.J.)

Met March 1st, 2004

Became good friends in middle school; went on several dates in high school; were an official couple for a year

Husband: Kevin Quinton Crocker

Met May 17th, 2004

Married June 10th, 2016

Other Important Relationships: Friends with Chester and A.J. (though not as close with them as Timmy is). Enjoys the company of her sister-in-law, Molly, even though they rarely agree on anything. Has a good relationship with Mrs. Crocker and a mostly positive relationship with Mr. Crocker.

TRIVIA

She lives at 1011 Cobbler Street. Timmy lives at 1010.

Doesn’t do a lot of doodling (Too disorderly). Gets hung up about stray marks on her papers and prefers pencils over pens because of that.

Her parents still boss her around as an adult. She tends to listen, much to Kevin and Foop’s annoyance.

Not very coordinated when it comes to ball sports.

Easily influenced by the media.

Unironically likes pink and purple together.

Not afraid to whistleblow. Will out your secrets for extra credit points or throw you under the bus in an attempt to excuse herself (See also, “Marked Man” and “Tardy Sauce”). This really hurt her relationships as a kid and is something she is still working to improve in her adult social life.

Will always remember your allergies and keep them in mind when she brings snacks.

Always carries a water bottle and probably has granola bars.

Dances around her house when no one is watching and also when they are.

No longer vegetarian as an adult. Even as a kid, she sometimes snuck meat behind her parents’ backs (See also, “A Sash and a Rash”).

Prone to schoolgirl crushes on elegant men and powerful women. Crushed on Anti-Cosmo as a kid and was not subtle about it.

Doesn’t know her middle names and neither do I.

Her Squirrely Scout troop is Troop 13 (“Girly Squirrely”).

Due to spending so much time with her godparents, Chloe has picked up a few of their magical immunities, like being more resistant to pain than non-godkids. For example:

She’s more acrobatic than average (and much more difficult to kill).

She can’t get paper cuts, stub her toe, slam her funny bone, and it doesn’t hurt if you yank her hair.

When she’s itchy, she has to scratch her skin much harder than normal in order to find relief.

APPEARANCES

Riddleverse Classic Timeline: Come What May > “Seven Days At Sea” > “Bells On Bats’ Tails” > Along the Cherry Lane

130 Prompts Timeline: “This Is a Box” > “Take a Break” > “Bones” > “You’ll Never Know” (Mentioned) > “Repeat”

AU Appearances:

“Project Carmichael”

Dust to Dust

#RD Chloe #RD canon characters #RD character ref #RD profiles

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howlnikiforov · 6 years

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Trespass

Chapter Six: Blind

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count: 1908

Summary: You would think that one would be able to trust their soulmate, be able to love them unconditionally, and know them better than yourself. But that isn’t always the case. Who was H.One, and why did the universe think you could be soulmates?

Trespass Masterlist

The next time you saw H.One was a week after you got your masters degree. He stopped coming by your work, and you were too busy to notice his sudden absence. Now that you weren’t drowning in work, you couldn’t help but note his absence. You almost found yourself wanting to see him, since it had been an unusually long time since you saw him last. You weren’t expecting to see him leaning against a lamppost, just outside the cafe you worked at.

The moment he laid eyes on you, he pushed himself off the lamppost and began walking towards you. Something seemed to pull you to him as you met him halfway. “You’ve been gone.” You said once you were close enough.

“You’ve noticed. Didn’t think you would.” He replied.

“Well...I didn’t really. Not until like, a week ago.” You confessed.

“I see. Did you miss me?” He raised an eyebrow as he asked his question.

“Kinda hard to miss someone you don’t particularly want in your life.” You bit back.

“Wow, no reason to hurt me that much.” He feigned mock hurt, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you here?” You were tired of beating around the bush. All you wanted to do was get home, change into sweatpants, and curl up on the couch to binge watch your favorite drama.

“I wanted to see you, and talk to you.” He admitted.

“Well, you’re seeing me and you’re talking to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get home before I get even more pissed off.” You began to march away when he caught you by the wrist and turned you around to face him.

“Can we start over?” It was hard to hear his quiet plea through his face mask.

“What?” “Can we start over?” He repeated, this time louder, more confident.

“Why?” “Because the way we were introduced to each other was hardly fair.”

“Maybe you think that way, but I don’t. I’m glad I got to see your true colors before anything happened.”

His grip on your wrist tightened marginally, his eyes pleading with you to listen. “Please...I promise what you’ve seen is only a fraction of who I am.”

“So you officially admit it then. You are a bastard.” You’d laugh at the situation if it weren’t for the look in his eyes. They begged you to listen to him, and they exposed a vulnerability you’ve never seen in him.

“Yes. I do things most wouldn’t approve of. I evade the law. But that’s not all I do.” He let go of your wrist, running his hand through his hair instead.

“Then prove it to me,” You demand, “if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to. After all, if you were able to save me, you can’t be all that bad.” You didn’t chance another look at him as you turned and left.

As it turned out, curling up on the couch with a tub of chocolate fudge ice cream and your show on TV was not as relaxing as you’d thought it’d be. Your drama only managed to remind of you of H.One.

Who did he think he was, coming to you and asking to start over? Even if you wanted to, you’d never be able to forget the things he’s done. How could you? They were burned into your mind. The way he ruthlessly broke Youngjae’s wrist-granted he was saving you,- how he stoically stood still while someone was beating Youngjae, the harsh words he used towards Sohyun, it was all there, in perfect clarity. You could hear his sharp voice, see his words cutting like a knife. There was no way he’d be able to prove he was anything more. Actions speak louder than words, and his actions screamed he was a danger.

Then again, he wasn’t always bad, you supposed. Sometimes he seemed civil enough, when you held brief conversations with him. He also rescued you. How could you forget that? You didn’t think it was possible for him to defend someone like that.

You’ve thought about telling your father about him, about giving him to the law, but when it came down to it, you weren’t sure you could. Even if you did, you were sure he’d just find a way to avoid them. He mentioned evading the law earlier, so he was sure to have a way to hide from them, or get him on his side.

Seeing how he talked about Youngjae and drugs, you figured it was safe to assume he was involved in the drug business. He obviously dealt them, but did he do them too? Did he drug people to take advantage of their drunken state? Or was it strictly business? What other things was he involved in? He was connected to that club Sohyun had brought you to. Not only was he connected, he seemed to be the boss of the place, if Ki’s interaction with him was anything to go by. You often found yourself wondering how your friend knew about that place, since it was in such sketchy area.

Who was he? And why did he always cover his face with a face mask? What was the purpose? To hide? To appear ominous? To get people to stay away from him? Whatever it may be, it worked. Except for you. The mask didn’t make you want to stay away from him, and he didn’t appear all that creepy to you. Maybe it was because you were his soulmate, you weren’t too sure.

An idea struck you then. If he had such a wretched reputation, surely there’d be something about him on the internet. You turned off your TV and went to your room, opening the laptop you had on your desk. You googled his name, expecting a bunch of articles condemning his acts to appear. However, nothing of the sort appeared. Instead, you saw articles praising him.

You clicked on a link, the headline of the story reading ‘H.One donates five hundred thousand dollars to children’s hospital.’ The article explained that it was his second time donating to that specific children’s hospital. It went on to detail his other charitable works, like how he opened a soup kitchen.

Every article written about him applauded his good deeds. You couldn’t believe it. Was what you had seen of him really just a small side of his? No, it had to be a much larger part of him. You’ve rarely seen him act good. You thought about how he treated Sohyun, and then how he had saved you from Youngjae. That had been the one time you’ve seen his character be more than an ass.

It was strange seeing so many beautiful articles written about H.One. He had admitted earlier he had many wrongdoings, and hid from the law. So why did he do such good deeds under his name? You knew H.One was an alias, but why would he continuously use the same alias?

Okay, so maybe you could give him that chance he was asking for. Who knows, perhaps he just hasn’t reached his full potential yet. It was possible his actions were all behavioral, something he’s learned through his environment. There could also be a sociocultural aspect to him; he’s been influenced by social norms to think it’s okay to be violent. You blamed America for that one.

He was an enigma, and every day he reminded you of the exact reason why you began to study psychology: so you could solve the mysteries behind the human brain. Could you continue trying to find psychological answers when you barely knew him?

You had to wonder, what made soulmates? Thinking about your unwanted bond with H.One led you to start developing your thesis for your Ph.D: the psychology behind soulmates. Very few people ventured into that area, simply because no one wanted to ruin what made soulmates special. Those who did look at it, never looked into why everyone was paired with their significant other. All the studies were about how a soulmate made you feel. You were going to change that.

A couple days later Sohyun called you while she was taking her break at work. You were worried something was wrong because she never calls you while she’s at work. As it turned out, she was calling to tell you that H.One came by the cafe, and had apologized to her, telling her he would have done it sooner had he not had to go out of town for awhile. You thought back to the argument you had with him; it’s been more than a month since then. You were surprised he apologized, but it was late and had suspiciously come after you told him to prove he was more than a bastard. You had a hard time believing that he was sincere to your friend.

You felt bad for Sohyun, because he was using her as means to get to you. He may have been thinking that it’d be a start to proving he’s not the ruthless man he is, but it was the wrong thing to do. It only served to prove you right. You were a psychology major, these things couldn’t get past you. Your expertise in this area was going to be an obstacle for him, one that would be virtually impossible to overcome. It made you laugh, thinking how he’d only be showing his real self to you while he was trying to show a fabricated personality.

You ran into Youngjae for the first time in a month on your way to work. You tried to ignore him, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“Y/N,” his voice stopped you in your tracks, “I heard you got your masters degree. Congratulations. Though I must say I’m rather offended you didn’t tell me about the ceremony. I thought for sure I’d be there for you.”

You forced a smile to your face, “I’m sorry, but I really just wanted my family there.” Your excuse was a poor one, you knew, but it was the only one you had.

“Sohyun isn’t your family though.” He pointed out.

“No, but she may as well be. Seeing as we’ve been best friends for most of our life.” You answered, feeling yourself get defensive. “I didn’t have to invite you. Just because I’ve been tutoring you doesn’t mean I have to invite you to everything.”

“No? Then why did you invite me to the club? And our relationship is more than just a teacher student relationship Y/N”

“Then what is it? Because that’s all I’ve ever seen us as.” You avoided his previous questions, knowing he wouldn’t believe your answers.

“Oh Y/N, don’t you know it? We’re supposed to be soulmates, we’re meant for each other. The heavens just fucked us over and put us with the wrong people.”

Sure, you weren’t particularly fond of the idea that H.One was your soulmate, but he was better than Youngjae at least. The thought of being with him made you nauseous, and you wanted to run far away. It was stupid of you to believe Youngjae would’ve made a flawless soulmate.

“Look, Youngjae, that’s not us. The heavens don’t make mistakes like that. Sure, mistakes are made, but not like that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve really got to get to work.” You dashed off, sprinting away in hopes you could get far away from him. You were glad to see that he wasn’t following you when you glanced behind you.

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 5 years

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I did my best to put it in some kind of order but it got messy and I'm helpless about what I should write even after having read the FAQ and more than 20 pages of your posts so bear with me, please. The more I studied the functions, the less I know. So I'm really annoyed when people do things in a certain way because that's how it was done - there's nothing wrong with sticking to tried ways but everyone should think why they do it instead of mindlessly following a set path. (1/???)

A note to readers: if I may ask, please hold back your own sarcasm and such.

I don’t explicitly set a length limit anywhere for asks as most people stop at a fairly reasonable 5 or 6 - I’ve gotten extremely long asks only a few other times and those were mostly overnight for me so I didn’t get to weigh in in medias res, so while this person definitely needs to work on editing there’s some good content. Had there been anything egregiously offensive, ignorant, or annoying I’d have been much more brusque or I’d just have blocked them; this was a genuine misread of the situation. It’s really hard for me to define what’s good to send for typing; it’s very much a case of knowing it when I see it and I know that can be difficult for some people to interpret. Answer is below the jump.

Hi anon,

I may have had some mild fun at your expense; when I see someone is 10 messages deep and talking about Mamma Mia I have to say I have concerns about their ability to decide what is relevant information.

Anyway I’m going to answer this piece by piece. This will not be my, uh, least snarky answer; the cost of doing business of mbti typing with me for no money is that I like to enjoy myself. But I will attempt to also provide a good faith answer as you have some solid examples within all this.

I did my best to put it in some kind of order but it got messy and I'm helpless about what I should write even after having read the FAQ and more than 20 pages of your posts so bear with me, please.

As you can see I will not really bear with you but I do appreciate you doing some research

The more I studied the functions, the less I know. So I'm really annoyed when people do things in a certain way because that's how it was done - there's nothing wrong with sticking to tried ways but everyone should think why they do it instead of mindlessly following a set path. (1/???)

I feel like people use this sort of language to be like “please don’t type me as a high Si user” when in fact this is EXTREMELY high healthy Si user. Thought it could be a lower Si user as well. Anyway, moving on

For example, it's sad how many people believe in God just because thats how they were raised without actually reading the Bible (no hard feelings to believers, I also believe)

I’m...not going to unpack that

I like to speak out loud some ideas with no thoughts of acting on them but some people tend to believe I'm dead set on the idea and it causes some misunderstandings. Also, I have at least 6 back up plans for my future in case some of them won't fly. (2/???)

Here’s the deal when people say they’ve studied EVERYTHING and then ramble on for a long time and can’t type themselves I often suspect the issue isn’t that they don’t know MBTI but that they need to learn themselves. Contingency plans tend to be Ne-Si; speaking out loud with no plans to act is pretty normal.

I plan on going to a country abroad in 2 years from now and I've already made plans what I want to see there. I have a list of places I need to visit arranged in order so I could visit as many places in the most effective way because I don't want to waste my precious time spend there. I also enjoy telling people about my plans of going there as it makes me really excited. The unknown excites me and I enjoy wandering around a city I visit for the first time because I don't know it.

I can’t type off of this specifically yet but it’s interesting because you have extremely detailed plans (more of a sensing thing) but for a trip that I can’t imagine you’ve finalized if it’s that far off.

Wandering around cities is great though, I agree with you there.

I'm also really good at remembering routes and getting to the destination. I like figuring out how to get there.

Maybe immature Si user actually? Getting really indignant about poor use of Si, plus that bit about the bible I said I wouldn’t unpack sounds like it could be as well especially if paired with Fe and/or Christian views of religion.

I'm a bit reserved at first as I need to test the waters before I decide I like someone. It takes me sometime to warm up but I actually enjoy small talk and feel tempted to speak to a cashier at shop or a fellow passenger at bus which isn't as socially acceptable at my country so I don't really do this - I don't want to come across as a weird person but at the same time, (4/???)

I'm not really bothered to play a social game and I often seem to be rude (resting bitch face, actually I'm not judgmental and I'm quite chill about most of things). I know in mbti e vs i isn't perceived in a traditional way but I identify as ambivert as most of people, heh. My introverted friends say I'm an extravert but extraverts find me a quiet girl. I'm also 9w1 if that helps.

Yeah I’m thinking ISFJ now honestly, not wanting to violate social norms, introverted but enjoys small talk, and 9w1 goes with ISFJ a lot.

I've been also always thought to be a smart one who knows a lot of stuff about many things (5/???)

I could say I'm a walking contradiction as I mentioned in my previous post btw I'm sorry I asked you to type me with a vague info, this time I put a lot of effort ♡ Oh god please don’t say you’re a walking contradiction, I truly believe your intentions are good here and I do not hold this against you but that phrase is what guys who think they’re going to make it in a band despite having no talent say in their tinder bios.

At first I was sure I'm Ne/Si but now I see a possibility of being Ni/Se.I often forget what I'm supposed to do as I've just done because I had this super relevant thing to write but I forgot, damn it.

You seem very nice and perhaps just sort of young so I would suggest...writing this in advance instead of stream of consciousness which might help you organize your thoughts and edit yourself a little? I’m writing this response in advance. Like 90% of my answers I write in a Google Doc and then paste it into the Tumblr askbox later. It’s great.

(6/???) I'm getting lost in the numbers

Hard same.

I'm also quite stubborn and I'll study a thing as long as it's needed for me to fully understand it - it drives me crazy when I study for an exam, I ask my friend for help because I don't understand the concept and she tells me I don't need to understand it, I just need to memorize it.

Sounds very much like Ti here, which fits the earlier typing of Fe-user.

I do things for 101% or I don't do it at all.

I’m guilty of saying this too; I think many people see this quality in themselves unfortunately and I’m not sure it ultimately means much.

I also have a friend who helps me to stay grounded as she remembers some stuff for me and I'm pretty sure I'll be lost without her (7/???) I didn't think I wrotesomuch

yeah...about that.

I'm quite oblivious on daily basis, I went through school hallway and didn't notice a big ballot box. I only notice things when i want to and it's not a natural thing for me. But when I do pay attention, I'm sometimes mischievous on purpose and enjoy pushing buttons of others. I work on not doing it, I promiseI have a great talent to focusing on irrelevant things and I struggle to do well in my infp teacher classes - even though I know I need a shitload of details from readings (8/???)

So here’s the thing: I really don’t think you use Ni. First of all, the stream of consciousness thing tends to be something Ni users don’t like to do in my experience: they like to edit. They also just...don’t sound the way you do? Like this is rambly but it’s coherent in a way an INFJ ramble of this nature wouldn’t be. You could be an INTP actually with rigid low Si and Fe instead of immature higher Si though. But I’m pretty confident at this point you use the Fe-Ti and Ne-Si axes.

One thing I do find funny, even though I suppose I set people up for it, is when I get asks that are like “here is the detailed description of when I didn’t notice a detail and here is what I didn’t notice”. Like, we do all miss things and while it’s more common in intuitives, my legally-blind-without-glasses Si-dom mother does this too because she can’t see for shit, so.

to do well in exam, I always choose things that aren't relevant to her. She's an excellent teacher and I enjoy her insights. As for Ni/Se, I'm amazed how many things my peers do without thinking about consequences. For example, I wouldn't drink till I'm unconscious because I know I would upset my parents. I perceived it as ni, might be wrong though.

You are wrong in that this isn’t Ni, it’s called basic self-preservation. I’ve gotten extremely drunk from time to time in my life but I have never gotten drunk to the point of involuntary passing out because that is when you fucking die. Your instincts are correct here, your reasoning about your parents is probably Fe, but your decision itself is not Ni.

(9/???) Now, I'm geniually sorry I wrote so much even though I'm not usually but this case is special

I appreciate the apology but this is something I often observe with people who use Fe: they’ll apologize several timesfor long asks or asks that ignore the FAQ or whatever, but like, they still do it. I’ve had to have this conversation IRL with Fe users actually, of “I’m really not looking for an apology, I’m looking for the thing you’ve apologized for to stop.” That is a whole other post about communication though that I may make tomorrow.

I'm also really into helping others[(what contradicts with my mischief, here we go again (I didn't like the 2nd part of mamma Mia as much as the first - it was too sad, I cried in the cinema and the holiday-happy-vibe was missing, it's off topic, isnt it, the second part is called mamma mia: here we go again and I liked the first part so much I watched it like 20 times and know all the songs by heart)] (10/???)

This was the point where I decided to start fucking with you and to turn off anon, not going to lie, because I hadn’t read the rest but I saw 10/??? after an off-topic post about Mamma Mia and was like “okay we’re going to finish it now”

Anyway from this whole thing I cannot decide if you are an ISFJ or INTP, but I’m going to guess INTP as the 9w1 might be what was making me think high Fe before.

#mbti #long post #Anon ask #answered asks

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How to Wear Hoodies: A Model Manual for Men

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The Yearbook (Part 3)-High School series

A/N: Part 3! Here we go. The more I write this the more I realize multiple endings is going to be the challenge of my writing hobby…I’m dreading it lol But, I’ll try my best. If it doesn’t come to fruition please understand developing love between one person with 6 or 7 admirers is hell lol Fuck me. Every chapter proves a challenge.

MOOD MUSIC: Everybody talks by Neon Trees

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Thank the heavens for the bell, in this moment it was the most beautiful sound to grace your ears. If Marius had stared any second longer you would’ve melted under that enchanting gaze. How can people so easily work such charms? It was almost unfair that they existed. You never considered yourself perfect, far from it, but even the endearing traits you held weren’t on par with his. It was like the men at this school were graced by the gods when it came to looks, because you felt your attraction spinning out of control with all the new and familiar faces.

“Are you-“

“I,” The word was drawn out, your nerves kicking in once again when Marius leaned over to you. You weren’t sure what question he was going to ask, but you weren’t going to stick around for it. You were far too flustered at this point, and nothing coherent was building in your mind. “Have to…” You gazed towards the doors to the hallway, eyes widening when you saw Newt passing them by. He was no doubt waiting on you now, hoping to enjoy the small five minutes before the next classes started. You could jump him with joy right now, because he was certainly the perfect excuse to leave Marius hanging. If only to ease your embarrassment about this awkward situation. “My friend!”

“What?” The French student raised an eyebrow, confused by your sudden outburst. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to comprehend your sentence, because you rose from your stool and grabbed your bag on the way out. “Wait, I-“

But, you ignored his words, not wanting to increase the anxiety bubbling up from the encounter. Life at eighteen shouldn’t be this difficult, yet here you were freaking out over another student who just so happened to be handsome. Let’s add that to the number of other guys here you were crushing on. “Newt!”

The student looked up from his notebook, smiling when he found you rushing out of the theatre. He wasn’t expecting you to enjoy the class, but your uncomfortable expression was still a shock. “Are you alright? You look…confused.”

“Y-Yeah…sure. Great.” You blurted out, blushing when you felt Marius still staring after you from the windows on the classroom doors. Did he even realize how much of an effect he had on you? Because, if so…he could stop. “Um, how was class?”

Newt was further confused by your odd behavior. He was used to the number of times you grew flustered, particularly around a certain athlete, but he knew Stephen wasn’t in that class. For all his talents, acting wasn’t one of them. A slight perk in his favor, because even he could pass theatre without a problem. Granted, most of what he said seemed odd to people and therefore they believed he was simply joking with them. “It was…fine.” Newt leaned over, trying to gaze into the classroom as if that would provide the answer for him. Unfortunately, you grabbed his arm and began pulling him away. No doubt embarrassed by whatever caused your shaky demeanor. “I really must-“

“So, science, huh? Bet that was fun.”

“Yes, it was. You’re acting very strange, Y/N.” He whisked his arm away from you, stopping at the small table in the corner of the hallway. He didn’t like secrets, even if prying wasn’t his hobby, he preferred you be clear with him. But, if he was being honest, the blush along your features was the cause for his curiosity. Call it a teenage boy’s jealousy, but he knew what that look meant. “Is Stephen…?”

You dropped down onto the bench, throwing your head back and covering your face with your bag. “What? No! Why would you-“ But, it occurred to you how observant Newt could be. For as long as you could remember your crush on Stephen was a simple secret you kept, but eventually someone would find out. You practically gaped at the athlete every time you came to school. At least Newt wouldn’t tell anyone, and you always suspected he already knew without giving all the details. Still, his pointed look made you sink into your seat. “He’s not in my class. Geez.” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t break the news of the French student to Newt, but for some reason you felt he’d be less enthused by the notion. Maybe it was because he already seemed annoyed at your crush on Stephen, but you didn’t want him to feel anymore uncomfortable than necessary.

“Oh…”

“Why?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Never mind.” You opted to ignore his disappointed look, thinking he was just daydreaming about animals or something. Or the current state of conservation in the world, like he so regularly did. “So, lunch on campus today? Or…”

“Campus is fine.” Newt watched as the other students walked by, some of them bumping into him like he didn’t exist. Not that it ever bothered him, he was well aware of the nature of his position here. People, particularly teenagers, loathe those who would step out of the norm. It’s like they couldn’t comprehend human beings were all different, which he found interesting and regularly took note of. “Cafeteria is serving somewhat decent food today.”

“Lucky us.” Time didn’t allow for much socializing between classes, and you knew Newt had other places to be besides huddled into a corner listening to you drone on about nothing. “I’ll see you in a bit then.” You rose from the chair, standing awkwardly for a second while Newt stayed quiet. He seemed preoccupied with his thoughts, and not wanting to disturb them you simply left with a small smile. Sometimes your friend had moments of acting odd, you always assumed it was his way. But, as the years of being together flew by the more it caused some concern to you. Your mother liked to joke it was a crush, but the very idea of Newt ever liking you in that matter made you burn with embarrassment. “A crush. Pfft.” You sighed heavily, turning the hallway and heading down into the gymnasium.

By the time you made it in, all the other girls were already dressed into gym clothes. Athletic skills was not something you were blessed with, but you enjoyed this period if only for the peace and quiet it brought. Your gym teacher, Mrs. Knight, was not exactly hellbent on working you all to the bone. Her idea of exercise was handing you guys a dodgeball and blowing her whistle until one of you got smacked in the face with it. Most students liked her for her laid back attitude, you being one of them, but not everyone was made to enjoy this period.

“Take your inhaler, Mr. Doolittle. Last thing I need is another kid passing out on me.” Mrs. Knight mumbled on about not getting paid enough, but she threw the student’s inhaler towards him only to shake her head when he struggled to catch it. He was a lanky individual, very pale and honestly quite sickly looking. If not for the bright green in his eyes, you would’ve thought the poor guy dead. He shook the inhaler over and over again, but it was obvious there was very little left of the medication.

“Y/N.” You jumped at the sound of your name, heart easing up when you found your teacher standing next to you. She had one eyebrow raised, dodgeball bouncing up and down in her hand as she looked you over. “Bring your clothes this time?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Knight. Sorry.” You gave her a cheeky smile, lifting your backpack as if to prove you had everything. Luckily you did somewhere in your locker, where your clothes sat over the course of the summer. Without a further word, you ran off into the locker rooms to change, leaving her with an amused look that faded when she looked towards the other students.

***

“Damn it.” You cursed under your breath, once again turning the lock to the right combination. At least what you assumed was the correct combination, over the summer you hadn’t bothered keeping such information on hand. Newt may have been the type to take school home with him, you never did. Once that last bell rang, you were quick to shut your mind off to anything academic related. “36…left…no…wait…” you paused between turns, knowing you had likely messed it up again. Whatever happened to using simple master locks? That would’ve been a great deal better for you. Although losing the key was also a likely outcome.

“Y/N?”

That voice, you knew it so well. Every time he spoke it was like your heart ascended to heaven and all was right with the world. That is if you were comfortable using dramatic imagery for your crush on him. And seeing as how your cheeks instantly flushed and your words stuck in your throat, you were. “S-Stephen?” You turned your head to him, still leaning over the lock and fumbling with the dial. “What are you doing in the girls locker room?” You didn’t fancy him a pervert, but he seemed awfully comfortable in here.

“Well, this is the boys locker room.” Stephen’s expression was beyond amused, and having him stand there completely shirtless with nothing but joggers on was too much for your love struck heart to take. His normally kept hair was a mess on his head, freckled skin slightly red from being out in the sun. And you wouldn’t even dare to let your eyes wander down his lean chest where sweat dripped like some ichor of the gods. It was too pleasant, and honestly who would blame you the brief glance?

“Uh…” You choked back an excuse, thoughts now conflicted on what was worse: being inside the boys locker room, or gawking at the track star like he was some prized piece of meat. “Is it?” Certainly by now he was well aware of your hungry gaze, and perhaps the chuckle he released was proof enough. But, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was so handsome, and so kind and all the good qualities a human being could have. You imagined all sorts of daring fantasies then, all of them ending up far too R rated for a high school student to have. You tried to appeal to the mature woman in you, but that just made you enable your daydreams further.

“I can’t imagine you’ll get much out of that locker. That’s Eddie’s…in fact, maybe you should step away from that.” The athlete was concerned, nothing belonging to the rebel cowboy could be good for the general public. He walked towards you, still smiling at the dazed off look you had. He knew he had a certain effect on girls, not that he abused such a blessing, but seeing you leaned over the locker and blushing was an adorable sight. “Do you want me to escort you back to the girls locker room?”

By this point you were gone. Off somewhere in a fantasy land where Stephen had you against a wall, and hardly allowed a word to escape you. After all, having your lips occupied with his and that talented tongue was prone to cause silence aside from happy moans. “Sure.” You simply responded, backing into the lockers when he passed you by. If only he could trap you there, and ravish you in ways your inexperienced mind didn’t think was possible. You had to entertain the idea he was great at that sort of thing, eighteen or not, it was possible both of you were still virgins. But, certainly he felt needs like you did.

“Do you want to go now?” He laughed, pointing towards the door that led back outside.

“What? Oh! Yeah…yeah…” You coughed pathetically, shaking away the erotic thoughts and trying to regain what little dignity you had. But, with him staring down at you in amusement, it was hard to ignore the heat building up on your face. Not to mention the one smoldering away in your lower abdomen. “I can show myself out. Bye!” A quick and embarrassing escape. But, you couldn’t handle the shame anymore. If he wasn’t aware of your crush before, he certainly was now. As you ran outside of the locker room you didn’t dare glance back at him. You were just busying yourself with ideas on how to redeem your unfortunate awkwardness.

Stephen wasn’t so torn up by the situation though, and tried his best to call after you before he heard the door slam. He watched it swing a couple of times, still thinking about that shy stare of yours. Whether you willed it or not, he couldn’t help but smile at the surprise meeting.

***

“What is wrong with me?” You rambled about, pacing the hallway just outside the gym. You could already hear the laughter and screams coming from inside, the game of dodgeball in full swing. Through the door windows you could make out some students simply sitting on the bleachers, none of them interested in participating in the old sport. Part of you didn’t blame them. Dodgeball became a pretty easy outlet for some teenage angst, and that always meant a visit to the school nurse.

“I don’t have all day, Y/N.” Mrs. Knight pushed open the door, beckoning you inside and towards the game. She didn’t truly care what you did, so long as it took place inside the gym away from the principal. “Come on. And next time bring your clothes!”

You didn’t exactly have the nerve to explain how another student distracted you from changing. And even if you had the proper words you weren’t sure you could openly admit it. “Coming.” You reluctantly agreed, thinking it was best for you to be away from Stephen. Chances are he’d be trotting down the hallway to the track in all his athletic glory. As fun as that was to witness, you didn’t need more embarrassment for the day. You had your unpleasant fill.

“Alright, come on, girls! You can do better than that.” Mrs. Knight took a seat on the side, opening up her magazine and randomly blowing her whistle whenever she heard someone whining.

You rolled your eyes at the others, watching them throw the ball back and forth until the horrid sound of it hitting someone echoed in the room. The fact that it was mainly girls made it even worse. They truly had it out for one another, no doubt falling victim to the rivalries of who was the better looking man in school. If you listened carefully, Balem’s and Stephen’s name got throw around quite a bit. There might’ve even been a few Marius’ in there.

“Alright, Qwerty. There you go. Breathe in slowly, now out slowly.”

You gazed over at the end of the bleachers, curiously watching as the nurse patted the sickly looking boy on the back. He was smiling awkwardly, coughing weakly before taking another puff of his inhaler. P.E. hadn’t even gone on more than twenty minutes before the poor guy was hunched over and struggling to breathe.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Karpinski.” He blushed faintly when she smiled at him, taking back his medication and stuffing it into her smock. She fussed over him for a second, clearly taking on some parental role considering how often he must have been in her office.

“Great. Now remember, take it easy. I don’t want you back in my office again.” She teased, although the concern she showed him was obvious.

“I promise.” He smiled, waving as she went back towards the doors and to her office. You had to whip your head back to the game, not wanting the guy to know you were just being nosy. It wasn’t like asthma was something new, but actually seeing someone suffer for it was a bit heart wrenching. Teenagers could be cruel, and judging by the giggles coming from across Qwerty it had already started.

“Geez.” You sighed, debating whether to keep him company or not. You never spoke to him before, only passed him in the halls on occasion last semester. Other than his name, there was very little you knew of him. Unfortunately, life wanted to keep it that way for now because the bell rang for next period. On the bright side, that meant lunch was next and you were ready to run out of here.

You practically knocked over everyone on your way out, manners pushed aside when you pranced out of the gym. As far as you were concerned, this was one of the best parts of the day. Granted, the end of the day bell was still in the lead.

“Newt!” You found the studious teen neck deep in a book, mindlessly apologizing to those he bumped shoulders with in the hall. He hardly cared for them, even when they shot him nasty looks. “Newt!”

Newt finally glanced up, smiling when you came running over and almost toppling him to the ground. “I am so glad to see you.” You hugged him tightly, happy to be free of classes and able to enjoy an hour away from it all. Not to mention feeling more secure around someone after that tragic mishap in the locker rooms.

Newt blinked in confusion, book dangling from one hand while the other rested on your upper back. “Likewise…?” He didn’t understand where this sudden affection came from, but he wasn’t about to shy away from it. “Shall we?” He asked, moving you both along the busy hallway while still being trapped in a hug.

“Yes, anything to be away from here.” You pried yourself free of him, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him down into the cafeteria. There was already many tables taken, and by the time you two managed to grab lunch twenty minutes had been wasted. “So tell me again, what exactly is your project?”

“It’s not really a project. More of a petition.” Newt cut the apple on his tray into chunks, sneakily placing some of them up his sleeve and into the tiny mouth of his sugar glider, Jacob. “It’s to stop congress from allowing the oil industry to further harm marine life.”

“Smart. What do you have to do then?”

Newt continued on about the dirty details, but all of his words slowly slipped out the window of your mind. And just when you thought you escaped the embarrassing moment of the day, Stephen so happened to walk into the lunchroom. Needless to say, all the girls turned their heads to him. Each one heavily swooning over the star athlete and likely performing the same daydream you had earlier. If you looked anything like they did, you felt that shame dig deeper. Unbeknownst to you, however, another student hadn’t missed the longing glance you were sending Stephen’s way.

“Why the fuck did you wanna stay on campus today, sounds like a goddamn waste to me.” Eddie flicked some fries from his plate, laughing when he hit another kid on the head. No one dared to say anything to him, otherwise they faced more than the wrath of the cowboy. “Now I got all these damn teachers watching me like I’m about to light a damn-“

“Silence, for once, Eddie.” Balem rubbed at his temples, watching you carefully with the utmost interest. He hadn’t seen you for a good portion of the summer, save for that run in whilst grocery shopping with your parents. He never really paid attention to you after losing touch over the years, but there was something different about you now. A detail he only took notice of when he saw you this morning. Like the summer managed to take the awkward girl he knew and turn her into a beautiful woman. Not that any of your weird qualities had matured over the months, because you still seemed drenched in awkwardness from head to toe. Hanging around that Newt Scamander guy likely didn’t help your reputation.

“You got the hots for her or somethin’?” Eddie laid his chin on his arms, bored out of his mind while he watched his friend lustily gaze at you. Part of him understood the appeal, the sweet and innocent firecracker that you were. It was hard not to be enticed by you, but he was never one to busy his mind with relationships. He figured he had years to find a solid girlfriend, and being eighteen meant he had better things on his mind. Mainly like finding time to smoke, or tormenting other kids in the school.

“I told you to shut up.” Balem glared at Eddie, not keen on delivering all his secrets to him. Friend or not. Besides, just because he found you suddenly attractive meant very little to him. There was plenty women to choose from at this school. But, if he was being honest, there was something frustrating about watching you pine over the athlete. “What the hell does she see in him?”

“What was that?” Eddie played with a toothpick, trying to control the shake in his fingers from not pumping himself with nicotine.

“Nothing.” Balem rose from his table, ignoring the whines of the girl that was sitting next to him. He hadn’t even realized she was still there, but he had better things to entertain himself with now.

“So will you sign it?”

“Sure, Newt.” You smiled at him, still slipping your gaze to Stephen as he gathered his lunch. You wondered if he’d sit with you both, because he often did last semester. However, you weren’t sure that was something you wanted right now.

“Hey.”

Your view of Stephen was suddenly blocked by leather and smug expressions, and you had to stifle the annoyed groan begging to come out. Balem was the last person you wanted to see, but he seemed content with ruining your day anyway.

“What do you want?”

“You going to kick me out?” He mused, slowly biting down on his own apple.

“Even if I said yes, you still wouldn’t leave.” And that was the truth, he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Fair enough.” Balem smirked, rolling his eyes when Eddie came sauntering over and taking a seat as well. It wasn’t easy flirting when you had someone snickering next to you the whole time. At least you and him were agreed that Eddie could shove off.

“And you, too. Lucky me.” You sipped on your water, squinting your eyes suspiciously at them both over the rim of the bottle. They never wasted their precious time on the likes of you, especially Newt. So it wouldn’t be too far fetched to believe something was up. “So what do you want?”

Newt was busy chewing on his apple, eyes darting from Eddie, to Balem and then to you. He wasn’t worried by any means, merely intrigued by this sudden turn of events. It wasn’t everyday the two most popular kids congregated by the nerdy watering hole.

“Humor him.” Eddie chuckled, nudging Balem with his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what was really going on, but seeing his friend tongue tied and riled up was worth it.

“Eddie-“

“Yeah, I know…shut up.” The cowboy clicked his tongue when he saw the last teacher leave the room, and he quickly fished into his pocket for his cigarettes. By the time Balem even managed to get a word out the table was covered in smoke.

“What are you doing after school?” Balem questioned, studying you carefully. He could easily tell if you were lying, but that concern went out the door when he saw your eyes widen. How you managed to be pretty even in a state of shock was beyond him.

“Me?”

“Well, who else?” He was growing annoyed by the back and forth. Usually his romantic interests were already putty in his hands by now, seemed like courting you would be far more difficult.

“I-uh…” You looked to Newt for enlightenment, but he seemed just as shocked as you did by the question. “Well…”

“Ain’t y’all cute.” Eddie took one last drag of his smoke, tapping the lip of it on the corner of his tray before throwing it casually into Newt’s open milk carton. The sound of ashes fizzling out made you look over, that familiar anger rising at the two of them for their selfish actions.

“Really?!” You glared over at Eddie, ready to knock that smile off his face until Balem seemed inclined on doing it for you.

“You lack grace.” Balem scolded, ignoring the audible chuckles of his friend. He had one task to fulfill, and Eddie had to go and ruin it for him. “Idiot.” Balem leaned his cheek on his palm, calling over to Newt with disinterest. “Take mine.”

Newt was tilting his carton over, trying to get the cigarette out when Balem called to him. He was pretty positive he had never heard his name come from the popular student before. To say it was surprising was an understatement, but he eagerly looked up anyway. “Oh, I couldn’t-“

“Just take it!” Balem was close to losing it in here, but he wasn’t willing to part on bad terms again. He shoved his tray closer, waiting for Newt to grab the milk. Thankfully, the other student agreed, and slowly reached over the table to pry the drink from him.

Only, as luck would have it, Jacob decided to plop out of Newt’s sleeve and onto Balem’s food. The silence that developed between you all was palpable, and it took all your willpower not to mention once more to Newt why his pet should be kept at home.

“What the fuck is that?” Eddie eyed the sugar glider in disgust, raising his eyebrow and glancing from the tiny creature to Newt. Jacob was munching away on the potatoes, even sniffing up at Balem curiously while you all watched him devour his food.

Balem glanced down at you, trying hard not to seem entirely disgusted by your friend. Newt, however, often made it difficult for him to pretend to be nice. But, he couldn’t handle that angry stare of yours. For some reason it instilled a sense of guilt within him, something he wasn’t accustomed to. “Tsk.” Balem grabbed his drink off his tray, tossing it roughly onto Newt’s and rolling his eyes before leaving you two in peace.

His charitable action caught you off guard, but you snuck a smile his way when he wasn’t looking. For all his cold and aloof nature, there was a human in there after all.

*** A/N: By the way that petition is real, and y’all should sign it.

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thebaileynina · 3 years

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Online Learning.

The year 2020 has cast a dark shadow over the country’s entire education system and left the fate of millions of students on the line. What we all thought was a pandemic phase to go through until better days come are turning into more difficult times now. During the winters there was a short break which allowed for offline exams. After the second growing wave of the pandemic, COVID-19 cases reached record levels across the country, schools and colleges were once again closed. The students are now at home with their cell phones, laptops and computers. After a year of trial and error, reforms and innovative e-learning experiences have been carried out for students and teachers. This year it looks better with 4G speed which can guarantee better learning quality. Online education, already the norm in many countries around the world, offers immense potential for the overall growth of students.

The Covid-19 pandemic has helped teachers familiarize themselves with e-learning techniques. However, in the modern world of technology, teachers need to know more about technology for students to maximize their learning. I have been connected with academics and tech experts for over 2.5 decades. In my experience, the best and easiest way to teach online is to conduct synchronous live lessons using a whiteboard or presentation and share those conferences in the WhatsApp group. This is because we have infrastructure problems in our institutions. Live lectures are not that different from offline lectures and students can ask questions to satisfy themselves. A 15 minute video conference in MP4 format is converted to just 20MB, which can be further reduced by using online video compressors. I don’t support teachers who share notes or other pre-prepared material in the Google classroom and drop a few lines for students who expect them to read it and throw up again. You should design short lectures of 10 to 15 minutes and students should write down the key points for study later. In addition to the regular online courses, there are high quality lectures and other material that a student can use on the internet that in my opinion are far superior to the electronic content we are talking about. Taking online courses is serious business and it is the responsibility of teachers to ensure that the majority of students take these courses. Every natural calamity has always struck those most in need and Covid-19 is no exception. We simply forget the invisible: the poor and the marginalized. While interacting with students over the past few months, many of them have asked me how we can take online classes if we don’t allow ourselves to have cell phones. In fact, there are a large number of less well-known disadvantaged students in our school system. This inaccessibility of digital infrastructure and the loss of academic learning worsen the learning gap. Even viewing online courses as an emergency measure and claiming that ‘something is better than nothing’ when it violates the principle of equal opportunity will place a large proportion of students at a greater disadvantage. Students from disadvantaged families who do not have access to technology to study online may drop out of school, violating the fundamental right to education. At the institutional level, state-level mechanisms will be put in place through government agencies, NGOs, civil society, etc., and devices such as cell phones will be available for those who cannot pay them through donations, grants and other programs. Setting up a board-based communication link as a TV channel for online courses only would be a more practical idea to help these disadvantaged students on a large scale. While online education is helpful in situations like the pandemic, it does not provide a healthy educational experience. Education is not just about providing information or content to students through screens and all tests and grades. It is a holistic experience to grow up in a system of camaraderie and learn things that the virtual medium cannot offer. An old African proverb “It takes a village to raise a child” shows the importance of social and community interaction for a child’s growth. The assimilation of technology to the system has revolutionized education around the world. To cope with a situation like the pandemic, full online education needs massive, ubiquitous and revolutionary infrastructure development, including changing the hearts, souls and minds of students and teachers. It is also time for us to talk about resuming studies in our facilities by making campus safe places. We need to prepare action plans to create a safe environment for students so that we do not have to close schools. It’s not just about online learning, it’s also about students who have lost their education due to the pandemic. Education is the pillar of building a society. We cannot survive without education and so we cannot ignore its importance.

Finally, I advise students to learn by themselves too. The nice thing about self-paced study is that once you start a task, you think outside the box and learn things out of natural curiosity. It will improve your understanding and equip you with invaluable skills. This is perhaps the main reason self-taught people succeed in real-world situations. Discover the biographies of great people. They learned from books and never stopped learning. In today’s digital world, there is an enormous amount of information around us and it is very easy to learn it on your own. Instead of complaining and doing nothing, students should get out of their comfort zone, focus on studying, do the exercises themselves and then review their progress. It is also important not to become dependent on screens, watch out for physical exercises and games to avoid depression.

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accuhunt · 4 years

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Ideas of Love and Life from the Tribes of Chhattisgarh.

Ideas I gathered on sexual freedom, relationships, food and sustainability, while spending time with the tribes of Chhattisgarh.

“Woh log peeche chhooth gaye (they got left behind).”

“They have a special status because [economic] development didn’t reach them.“

These were words I heard again and again in Chhattisgarh, referring to the many indigenous tribes in the state.

Many of them traditionally lived in mud and bamboo houses in the forest. Often cultivating a small patch of land, burning it and moving every few years. Many wore nothing but a rag around their waste, multiple tattoos, combs in their hair and handmade ornaments. They lived off the land, worshipped nature, practiced animist rituals and survived on minimal possessions. The forest and local healers catered to their medical needs.

And yet, they are considered backward because money and modern comforts hold little importance in their off-the-grid lives.

Also read: The Last Surviving Indigenous Cave Dwellers of Sri Lanka

Many conversations were lost in translation at the local haats but laughter knows no language.

I was lucky to spend a couple of weeks with the amazing folks from Bastar Tribal Homestay and Bhoramdeo Jungle Retreat – who work closely with the tribes of Chhattisgarh. That gave me a chance to meet and engage with tribal elders, craftsmen, healers, cattle herders, anganwadi teachers and social workers.

Here are some life lessons I gleaned from the various tribes of Chhattisgarh:

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The freedom to experiment with sexuality and choose a life partner in a ‘ghotul’

A farm-to-table diet featuring millets, moringa, mahua and more superfoods

A rational approach to live-in relationships, ‘dowry’ and divorce

If we take the cow’s milk, what will happen to the calf?

A sustainable life through nomadism, barefoot living and upcycling

A village can raise a kid, literally

Have you gathered any fascinating ideas of love and life on your travels?

The freedom to experiment with sexuality and choose a life partner in a ‘ghotul’

Together for so long that they’ve forgotten how long.

“The message of the ghotul—that youth must be served, that freedom and happiness are more to be treasured than any material gain, that friendliness and sympathy, hospitality and unity are of the first importance, and above all that human love—and its physical expression—is beautiful, clean and precious, is typically Indian.”

So wrote Verrier Elwin of the controversial ghotul of the Muria and Gond tribes in Central India. His insightful books, written from his perspective as an anthropologist and ethnologist, document tribal life and customs that are slowly being eroded.

One such custom is that of the ghotul – a sort of commune that functions after nightfall, whose members are young (unmarried) teenagers. Legend has it that the first of its kind was built by their celebrated ancestor Lingo.

Within its physical confines, the members are taught both, the social responsibilities of the tribe: music, dance, respecting elders, tribal traditions, bonding over natural brews, cooking. And the individual, consensual exploration of one’s sexuality, with one or multiple partners, with or without emotional attachment. Most importantly, without judgement.

On the other hand, in the regressive contemporary society of India, even public displays of affection – let alone pre-marital sex – are considered taboo.

Many families will disown their daughters for choosing to be in a consensual relationship. But wouldn’t hesitate to forcibly marry them off to a complete stranger, whose demands she must pander to even on their first night together.

Although ghotuls were an essential part of life for the Muriya and Gond tribes of Chhattisgarh’s Bastar region, many have been shut down on suspicion of naxal activities. Others have fallen prey to the influences of ‘modern’ society, ‘urban’ education and religion.

I was amused to read a Gond social worker report that in one ghotul, the evening now begins with a recitation of the gayatri mantra!

Perhaps it’s time to look past our dogmatic religions, whatever they may be, and learn from the so called ‘backward’ people, the original dwellers of this land.

I’m sure we can learn a thing or three about social interaction, sexual freedom, gender equality and the right to choose who to love.

Also read: How Travelling Changed My Perspective on Getting Married and Having Kids

A farm-to-table diet featuring millets, moringa, mahua and more superfoods

Corns adorn the ceiling in traditional Gond houses.

Long before the green revolution transformed indigenous diets in India, the tribes of Chhattisgarh cultivated and consumed foods that are now globally recognized as superfoods.

In a village of the Baiga tribe in the Kawardha region, cut off from the road by a river, I met a woman brewing mahua liquor under a stunning old mahua tree. It was just after breakfast, but she insisted I try it. With a spoon carved from wood, she poured some into a leaf folded into a cup – a hot, bitter, woody taste that I never quite acquired!

Although mahua is blamed for alcoholism among the tribes now, it was once dried and made into mahua rotis or laddoos – packed with abundant energy!

From various elders in Bastar and Kawardha, I gathered that the traditional diet once consisted of kodo millet, moringa and legumes – all high on the nutritional quotient.

In the local haats (tribal markets), I saw root veggies like alookanda, varieties of beans, and snacks made with pumpkin – none of which I could recognize from our regular diets. In the harsh summer, instead of water, many tribes drink paich – a nutritious drink made by soaking rice or millet.

At a Gond village home, we feasted on kandul lentils – grown in the forest. Once cultivated, they are dried, packed up in sihadi leaves, stitched together with sihadi ropes and can last upto two years!

On a hike, we spotted chidchidi, the seeds of which have a hallucinogenic effect that convinces your mind that you’re not hungry for days.

Unfortunately like in most of India, the indigenous diet of Central India too is fast being replaced by rice and wheat. Leading to malnutrition, poor growth among children and health complications among adults.

As we aspire to healthier lifestyles, perhaps the tribes of Chhattisgarh could help us dig out the sustainable superfoods they once embraced.

Also read: Chhattigarh: Tribal Life, Motorcycle Adventures and a Lingering Sadness

A rational approach to live-in relationships, ‘dowry’ and divorce

A ring for every wedding attended; a rough gauge of age among some tribes of Chhattisgarh!

When it comes to marriage, the ideas of compulsion and dowry drive me crazy.

In India, people in their late twenties and early thirties are considered ticking time-bombs who must not miss the marriage window.

It’s bad enough that married women are expected to dissociate from their house / family and join their husband’s. As an earning member of the family, or even as a member who contributes to household chores, that’s a loss to the woman’s family. But in our grand patriarchal scheme of things, it’s the woman’s family that must also pay dowry to the man’s – for taking their “burden” off.

Make no mistake, the practice of dowry, though now illegal, continues in urban and rural India. Modern, forward-thinking families in the cities may refrain from using the term itself, but many still expect the woman to bring with her expensive household “gifts”.

I’ve witnessed that first-hand twice in my extended family.

On the other hand, the tribes of Chhattisgarh who seemingly “got left behind” in the race for modernity, possess far more practical views on relationships.

It’s socially acceptable – and infact the norm in many communities – for a couple to live together without formally being married. If they are driven by love and compatible with each other, what’s the need for a formal ceremony, a legal document or a dedicated celebration to endorse their commitment?

When a couple does decide to marry, the “dowry” works in reverse. Since the woman’s family is losing an earning / contributing member, the man’s must compensate their loss – usually by footing the bill of the celebration or with the much-desired Mahua liquor.

In the Baiga tribe, the rules of divorce are simple too. First, it’s socially understandable for a couple to choose that they no longer want to be together. Second, if the woman initiates the separation, her new companion must compensate the old one for the expenses he bore for the wedding or Mahua.

Practical, honest and not two-faced like our “modern” society, right?

Also read: Can Responsible Tourism in India Challenge Patriarchy?

If we take the cow’s milk, what will happen to the calf?

Instead of milk or water, people drink paich – made by soaking rice or millet in water.

I vividly remember the first conversation I had with my host from Bastar Tribal Homestay when I met him at the bus stop, after a long ride from Raipur.

Over the phone, I had mentioned to him that I don’t consume any animal products. Now even before we made small talk, he told me that the tribes of Chhattisgarh don’t consume milk either!

Why? It’s never been part of their diet. Even though they rear cows to get manure (cow dung) for their fields, they have no idea how to separate them from the calves and take their milk. They worry that if they took the cow’s milk, what would happen to the calf?

Turned out, my host had worked with the veterinary department in the past, on a scheme to distribute cows to poor households in Bastar, hoping they would earn money off the milk. The scheme failed badly, for no one knew how to or was willing to milk the cows!

This is easy to observe in the tribal haats too, where I didn’t spot a single product made of milk.

The tribes that were once nomadic hunter-gatherers still hunt and consume meat. Goats and other animals are still sacrificed at their festivals. Infact, even human sacrifices were common till after India’s independence. Rumor has it that unwelcome visitors in the area were often captured and sacrificed!

In the “modern” world, we’ve moved towards horrific ways of raising, mass producing, enslaving and genetically altering animals for meat, milk and eggs. But I felt reassured that atleast India’s ancient wisdom recognizes that a cow’s milk is for her calf, just like a human mother’s milk is for her baby.

Also read: How to Travel as a Vegan and Find Incredible Food Anywhere in the World

A sustainable life through nomadism, barefoot living and upcycling

A glimpse of life in a Gond village deep in the forests of Bastar.

Minimalism, zero waste, upcycling and detoxing have become buzzwords globally. But for the tribes of Chhattisgarh, they’ve long been a way of life.

My hosts at Bhoramdeo Jungle Retreat shared an intriguing story of a local shaman. While staying at his house with some of their guests, the shaman advised that the guests be dropped off to an airport and my hosts return home immediately, abandoning their plans to stay in Raipur for a couple of days. An earthquake was on its way, the shaman said.

My hosts brushed him off, but somehow ended up abandoning their plans to stay in Raipur anyway.

Surprisingly enough, the earthquake shook the earth just as the shaman had predicted. They rushed back to his house to ask how he knew. The shaman pointed to his bare feet, and said the earth had told him.

We can discredit ancient ways of connecting with nature, but the truth is we are constantly chasing them in fancier ways. We burn big holes in our pockets at detox retreats where we can walk barefoot and feel connected to earth.

My host often joked that for many tribes, “the forest is mother, the tiger is brother!” For centuries, they’ve lived off the forest, cultivating small patches of land, then burning it and moving on, giving it a chance to heal back into a forest. Even as hunters, they hunted for survival, not for the pleasure of taste.

In Bastar, I spent an afternoon observing craftsmen who specialise in bell metal crafts, passed down from one generation to another. Designated “other backward castes”, I was surprised to learn that these craftsmen upcycle used metal (from kitchen ware, appliances etc) in a long painstaking process, to create incredible ornaments.

Natural upcycling is common in everyday life too. The sargi shrub is used to brush teeth, its leaves to make plates and its seeds to wash clothes. Beds are made from strong sihadi ropes. And gulal for holi is made by boiling flame of the forest flowers!

Instead of reinventing the entire wheel in practicing urban sustainability, we’d be better off learning from our not-so-backward past.

Also read: Sustainable Living Ideas to Embrace in the New “Normal“

A village can raise a kid, literally

Sometimes it really takes a village to raise a kid.

In India (and perhaps elsewhere), when couples have problems in their marital life, having a kid is often recommended as the solution. In a separation or divorce situation, society looks down upon the parents, especially the mother, for raising their child in a “broken” home.

Unfortunately, the toxicity of many home environments slips notice.

Which is why, I was amazed to hear from my hosts in Kawardha how the Baiga tribe of Chhattisgarh sorts out such complex situations without legal recourse.

If a couple with a kid choose to separate, the woman has the first right to decide if she wants to raise the kid. If she decides that single parenthood isn’t for her, the man gets to choose if it’s for him.

If neither parent wants to take on the responsibility, the community assigns a guardian to raise the child until the age of fifteen, with the rest of the village chipping in. More importantly, the woman can choose to leave without any stigma.

Perhaps as parents, you’d think that’s a bit brutal. But who’s to say that a child raised in a toxic household, by a parent who doesn’t feel up to the task, will have a better life than one raised with love by an entire village?

Have you gathered any fascinating ideas of love and life on your travels?

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Final Concept Reflection:

Victor Valle’s impactful topics:

One of the most impactful things that I learned this semester came from the documentary Miss Representation. It was the sexist attitudes and actions that female reporters have to deal with at their own job. This may not be surprising to many, but I am not really interested in the news and don’t watch any major news channels. I knew that reporters in general are supposed to dress nicely and for female reporters that often meant something that would accentuate their figure. What I did not know is how they can feel so compelled to wear those outfits just to keep their job. Even more shockin got me is the secist remarks that male reporters can make about women, including their coworkers. I had thought that reporters were supposed to keep a level of professionalism and prevent their personal views form influencing the story, but what I saw seemed to fall far below my expected standards of reporters.

Another impactful idea that I learned during this semester was that of social scripts and the expected behaviors that people in society follow. I had known beforehand that certain parts of interactions were always like this, one action prompts another from someone else, but I didn’t realize how other’s actions almost automatically cause me to react in a specific ways and how even small social interactions are following a script like a play much more accurate. The way that this applies to everyday life is what made this impactful for me.

Josh VanGilder’s impactful topics:

Something that I learned this semester that had an impact on me was learning about masculine violence from the documentary Tough Guise 2. The statistics this film shared about violence here in America was jaw-dropping and quite shocking to me. Especially, how we men and women are exposed to the same types of violence in our culture and yet men are most always the one to act out in violence. Personally, I never really thought of myself as being a violent person, I was always a people person and loved making people smile. I play violent games, watch violent movies, and listen to todays rap music, but yet again never really thought of myself as being a violent person. Also, the fact of how women are portrayed in our culture is sickening to say the least. We sexualize them and treat them like objects, where is the equality in that? The answer is there is none. I personally believe that the reason I am the way I am is due to strong relationships with my family and the right upbringing. I was taught to not be violent and to treat women with respect which obviously, our society isn’t doing enough of.

Secondly, an impactful topic I learned in class was during our lecture on Social Stratification, specifically functionalist Davis-Moore’s thesis. His thesis states how some positions are more important than others for the survival of society and how these positions should be the highest paid jobs. I agree with this completely. I think that the jobs such as doctors, engineers, teachers, military and more should be amongst the highest paying jobs because they are necessities for our society. This thesis is said to result in a meritocracy – a hierarchal in which all positions are rewarded based on people’s ability and credentials. What is problematic with this, which I never really thought about, is that the wealthiest people tend to inherit all their wealth, so therefore the wealthy stay wealthy and do not work for it. Lastly, Davis-Moore states that the inequality is not only inevitable, but necessary for the smooth functionality of society. This is tough to understand knowing that we want to help those who are financially struggling and that nobody wants to be poor, but it simply can’t be that way just so that our economy functions.

Victor’s response to what Josh learned:

Josh learned about the sexist and violent messages that the media portrays to females and males respectively. He learned and realized the violent images and messages that mass media sends to males in modern society and how it effects him personally. Also, the sexist ideas in modern media that objectify women to unacceptable levels. I personally agree in both regards, women are heavily objectified, and men are shown as violent creatures which are messages that can easily damage impressionable youth. Similar to my partner I think the reason I have not been so heavily impacted by the mass media despite my exposure to it is thanks to a close relationship with my family and the presence of strong and empowered women in my life. In regard to Davis-Moore’s thesis I agree with my partner that it is a good system in theory and has issues once put into practice I didn’t find it surprising. I was aware of this structure in society since I was a child because my father is a civil engineer; I was told to appreciate what I have because my father worked hard to provide it and he could afford nice things because his job was so important. This game me the idea of a meritocracy in society from a young age.

Josh’s response to what Victor learned:

After reading Victor’s impactful topics, he learned how women deal with sexist attitudes even at their jobs, which is already hard enough for women to have in the first place due to them being female. He also learned that of expected social behaviors people follow in society. These two topics were definitely impactful for me as well. It is evident in our society that women are treated less equally, especially in the workplace. Also, the idea of expected behavior being like a script for us every day is hard to think about. We grow up learning right and wrong, how to act and how not to act, but just because something is of the “norm” doesn’t mean it is wrong. I find myself reacting certain ways because of others actions all the time like it is programmed in me, and I believe this is due to our culture teaching us at a young age of how to act “normally.”

Victor’s response to Josh’s reaction:

Both of us agree on the disadvantageous positions women have in modern society and the idea that this is unfair. Also, on the idea that the media has bad representations of women and perpetuates sexist ideas that further degrade women. He also thought that the idea of social scripts and interactions being like a play is one that gives a new perspective on everyday life, especially when you start to realize how much of your responses are so automatic that it seems they were programmed into you. Josh also brought up how learning this allows people to challenge conventions that people take for granted and blindly follow.

Josh’s response to Victor’s reaction:

Both of us have very similar outlooks on our topics that impacted us throughout the semester. We both are aware of the inequality women suffer in the workplace, as well as the sexualization of them in our society that has been passed down throughout our culture. Similarly, we also have strong women in our lives and were taught to treat them with great respect. Also, we both were aware of how behavior to people’s actions are done without consciousness like it is just part of us, when in reality is is due to what we’ve been taught throughout our lives in society. Victor was aware of our economic structure here in society, like he stated, he was taught to be thankful for what he has because there are those who are unfortunate, and I agree completely with this because I was taught to do the same, as well as helping those who have less. My father was the first in his family to go to college and worked very hard to be where he is at today. That is why he always is pushing my siblings and I to work hard and be the best we can be.

Communication:

Communication is key, we’ve all heard that saying before. Communicating topics with someone who has a different outlook can be difficult. This is because we all think that our own opinion on something is the right one and we will reject anything that differs. This is not an effective way to communicate our opinions with one another. We must learn to listen and apply what others say to our own opinion and then reason to ourselves about what is correct. We should strive to do this because our society will not progress any further if we are constantly sticking to our own opinions and disregarding those who have a different view.

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Evaluation or guidance? What do small claimants want from mediators?

Charlie Irvine

One of the key debates among mediators centres on the word ‘evaluation’. I’ve written about this before – see Has the evaluative label outlived its usefulness? I’m sure many readers are familiar, even bored, with the claimed polarity between facilitative and evaluative mediation. Yet I still hear the term, especially from newer mediators. In this blog I consider the perspective of those who actually use mediation, our consumers, in small claims where most have no legal representation.

I finished the earlier blog with some questions mediators might want to ask their clients: “Would you like me to contribute my knowledge of social [I’d now add legal] norms to the discussion? Would you prefer if I left that to you? Or are you happy that I ensure compliance with some particularly important norms?” Since that time I’ve been lucky enough to come into contact with a lot more small claimants: first because, thanks to a rule change (see And finally some good news from Scotland), Strathclyde’s Mediation Clinic now provides free mediation for half a dozen local courts; second because I started interviewing mediation users as part of my PhD. That’s on a different topic and it’s too early to start drawing conclusions. These conversations have, however, shone fresh light on the facilitative/evaluative debate.

Small claimants One point about “small claimants”: they’re extremely diverse. It would be foolish to think that low monetary value makes these cases less important. This is not just because diminishing marginal utility means that a claim of, say, £1,000 has a great deal more practical impact on a poor family than on a national utility. £1,000 may also mean a great deal to a builder with wages to pay; but substandard work and disruption can weigh equally heavily on well-off customers. One individual spent many hours in an unsuccessful mediation and subsequent court hearing over an amount that was considerably less than his hourly rate. Some people are new to the court; others are “repeat players” (Galanter. M., 1974. Why the “ Haves ” Come Out Ahead : Speculations on the Limits of Legal Change by. Law & Society Review, vol. 9, no. 1, pp. 165–230) benefiting from familiarity and, perhaps, legal representation.

Claims too vary wildly. Repayment of a personal loan can seem simple enough till it turns out that the parties are former partners with ongoing legal battles over children. UK consumer protection legislation covers used cars but is little help when parties can’t agree when exactly the vehicle stopped working. And how exactly would a judge determine the functionality of a bespoke website?

What do mediators do? So when courts nudge or cajole these folk to mediation we are entitled to ask what mediators do to assist. When pushed most participants were positive. Yet they rarely mentioned the mediators unprompted. In almost all interviews I had to ask “Did the mediators do anything to help?” before they became visible. Most respondents described the process as if it were a simple two-way negotiation: I said this, she said that, I offered this, she offered that. At the level of process it’s clear that parties welcomed mediators’ courtesy and quiet authority. These qualities rendered the conversation less daunting and more productive. They often complimented the mediators on their professionalism.

Things are more interesting at the level of substance. When asked if mediators provided any input about the law parties tended to respond with a definite no, saying mediators are not supposed to voice their opinion because they’re neutral. For these small claimants neutral = impassive. Some surmised that mediators had decided opinions but were too professional to express them.

But when asked if they would have liked some input on the law, some “guidance”, most gave a clear yes. Raising or defending a small claim is daunting, complex, even humiliating. Help is greatly appreciated. One respondent said that if the mediators had told them their claim was a lot of nonsense they would have accepted it. That would save them from holding out for something they weren’t due. Others interpreted mediators’ silence on legal matters as signifying that mediation has nothing to do with the law. Rather it is about morality, or persuasion, or who has the strongest personality or creates the best impression. It turns out that neutral also equals indifference to the law.

Mediators’ perspective There’s another view on this: from mediators. I’m also a teacher and supervisor and here again it seems that neutral = impassive. When asked, in similar cases, if some legal input from them might have been useful, most practitioners look surprised: “I thought we weren’t allowed to do that.” Further probing reveals a familiar concern, that revealing their views or even sharing their knowledge would breach the principle of neutrality. Some refer to evaluation, as in “wouldn’t that be evaluative?” The evaluative/facilitative debate continues to make its mark, inhibiting practitioners from doing what may seem helpful.

We need to re-think this conundrum. ‘Neutral’ has shades of meaning. One component is absence of bias, undoubtedly a good thing. No-one wants a mediator who sides with the other party. But neutrality can also imply passivity and indifference: “having no strongly marked or positive characteristics or features”. Is this what we want? Small claimants are often adrift in a legal sea without help. Who are we serving by keeping information to ourselves?

Many mediators are lawyers; they know, or ought to, what a contract looks like, when it’s been breached and what are the consequences. They can provide guidance without providing an evaluation. Evaluation implies prediction: “The making of a judgement about the amount, number, or value of something”. Sharing information is not the same thing. If I tell someone that the Sheriff will place the onus on the claimant to prove their case, will apply the civil standard of proof (the balance of probabilities) and generally prefer an expert to speak to the condition of a car/kitchen/sofa/website, that is not an evaluation.

I realise none of this is new. In higher value cases commercial mediators are quite relaxed about sharing insights and concerns and asking ticklish questions. Many see this as part of the ‘value added’ mediation brings to legal disputes. Some, if invited, will provide an actual evaluation: a prediction about the likely outcome of the case should it be litigated. But most are clear that sharing legal insights is NOT evaluation. Now, if these largely well-resourced, legally represented business people can benefit from mediator guidance, why not small claimants?

Mediation’s ideology I suspect the answer lies in mediation’s multiple ideologies. I was trained as a family mediator, captivated by the appealing vision of empowering parents to make choices about their own children. Community mediators, too, are animated by empowerment, this time of neighbours and neighbourhoods. And while some workplace mediation takes place in the shadow of the law, many workers neither need nor welcome an outsider’s opinion about their conflict.

Small claims seem to create a peculiar intersection between different mediator styles. Most are carried out pro bono and have much in common with, and may actually be community, family or workplace disputes. Yet at the same time, like it or not, these people have wound up in court. They ARE mediating in the shadow of the law (Mnookin. R.H. and Kornhauser. L., 1979. Bargaining in the Shadow of the Law : The Case of Divorce. Yale Law Journal, vol. 88, , pp. 950–997.) Mediators may be the sole source of legal information for unrepresented parties; even where people have sought legal advice, few afford to have solicitors present during the mediation.

What now? I call for two changes. First, let’s think carefully about the terms “neutral” and “neutrality”. In researching for this blog I took a look at our Mediation Clinic’s leaflet and there’s a definition of mediation that includes “neutral, trained mediator”. Ah well. It’s clearly time for a review. If mediators want to say we won’t take sides, perhaps we should say that. Perhaps the term “impartial” does the job. There may be other ways of expressing the idea and I’d welcome suggestions.

Second, let’s use the term “evaluation” openly and correctly. If some mediators feel themselves qualified to provide an evaluation, let them offer it. Parties are quite at liberty to take it or leave it. But if those from a facilitative tradition choose to share knowledge and information, the mediation community should not portray this as evaluation, still less use the term “evaluative” to imply poor practice. I prefer to think of it as being helpful. One strand of thought sees this as ensuring that agreements benefit from “informed consent” (Colatrella. M.T., 2014. Informed consent in mediation: promoting pro se parties’ informed settlement choice while honoring the mediator’s ethical duties. Cardozo Journal of Conflict Resolution, vol. 15, no. 3, pp. 705–775.)

I’ll finish with a quote from Robert Benjamin who, for over thirty years, has trodden his own distinctive path on these matters. He argues that mediators inevitably strike a fine balance between competing roles of advice giver and facilitator: “In a very real way, the mediator forms a conspiracy with the parties in conflict and says, in effect, here is what the law may be, what do you people want to do?” (Robert Benjamin, Mediation as a Subversive Activity, https://www.mediate.com//articles/subvert.cfm